Autumn is my favorite season. The cooling temperatures, the smell of the leaves, as well as their wonderful transformation in color, with a hot mug of tea or coffee, makes for a lovely day. Their is something about this season that is whimsical and also melencoly. Something that awakens me and something that makes me ponder. In the midst of a crazy schedule I can take some time out to stroll along and let my mind wonder as I soak up my surroundings. Wonder about life, what is next, who I am, and the ins and outs of the everyday where everything seems mondane, but is filled with meaning.
So in fall I remember the change in me and the continual transformation I am undergoing. I am not the same as I once was, nor will I be the same tomorrow as I am today. Each moment, each passing second of time makes me older, and hopefully wiser as I become more aware of the mysteriousness of life, love, and the world I inhabit. As I grasp more, more of it is fleeting. As I hope more, my heart grows in hopeless longing. It is a tension between gaining and loosing, dynamic and static, between assurance and doubt.
So, with every fall I sit and I wonder as I ponder the change in me. Is it for the better or is it for naught? I can only hope that it is for good.
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