Nature is man’s teacher.
She unfolds her treasures to his search,
unseals his eye
illumes his mind, and purifies his heart;
an influence breathes from all the sights and
sounds of her existence.
Alfred Billings Street
This time of year is one of the most beautiful with its amazing colour of those leaves. This has always been one of my favourite time of year. That all changed for me seven years ago today. This is now without a doubt my favourite season.
The leaves are clinging to the trees and trying to compete with each other much like competing in a fashion show. Who will be wearing the most beautiful colours? Those fiery reds, at least in my eye usually win every year but the yellows are running a very close second this year. They have seemingly managed to absorb the warmth, the brilliant light and colour of the sun. That ability to absorb will continue to brighten the sky even on those rainy days for all who take the time to notice. Spreading much needed happiness and joy with its brilliance. Oh, yes it is that time of year again and there is a sadness in my heart but also a joy and gratefulness in my soul.
My Dad loved this time of year he would travel way up north and head into the bush to absorb every bit of that happiness and joy those trees of gold and red had to offer. This was his home away from home. He would sit there in the bush surrounded by the deafening silence listening to the beating of his own heart contemplating the world he had created, the one he wanted to create. Watching the wildlife live their lives never worrying about what lie ahead for them or what they had left behind had him thinking differently by the end of that visit.
I sit in the bush on the farm most days this time of year. I also love to travel up north absorbing the warmth, the brilliant light, and the colour of the sun that those leaves have grabbed and try to hold tight. I watch the wildlife frolic about on the forest floor paying no mind to what lie ahead or what has gone by. I am surrounded by the deafening silence listening to the beating of my own heart. I cannot believe it has been seven years.
I miss you and thank you for sharing your love of nature. You were right nature truly does know. She is indeed very wise. Live and grab hold of every moment no matter where you find yourself at the time. Try remembering to pay no mind to what you cannot control. It will all work out in the end.