Following the Seasons

We wait for the changing of the seasons.  Each one sends forth suttle messages announcing its arrival.  Always ready to welcome the change that the seasons bring, we are atuned to the movement of the wind, the patterns of light, the diffusion of colors.

In late Septermber the sun is lower and the wind brings a touch of cool air that refreshes and renews the tired plants and stirs the leaves hanging on to the last vestage of summer.  The mountains reward us with color slowly spreading from bush to tree.  Quakies give up green leaves and trade them for deep yellows while the scrub brush gives us our reds and oranges.

Somehow the soul finds renewal in the changing of the seasons.  Fall signals a slower pace and the need for deep rich breaths.  Does it come from the color, the nip in the air, or is it simply a welcome change in the patterns of life?  We will feel a surge of excitement with the first real snow fall and the first green bud of spring.  A lift in our spirit and wonder at the beauty of each season is nature's bonus gift to us.

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