Monday Spiritual Rumination: Autumn Reverie

Each time Autumn wraps its beauty around us, I feel my mortality more intensely. This is not a sad time—quite the opposite.

The color play of grandeur, the glory of maroons, golds, crimsons against crisp blue skies or soft cloudy greys evoke memories of tender life experiences. I am not disappointed.

The rustle of dying foliage and the whistle of winds is a tribute in symphony of summer now past and winter to be.

The odor of decaying leavery, burning piles of raked treasures, over ripened fruits and vegetables are like incense rising, an evening prayer of thanksgiving.

My feet crunch along a path of brown and cracked tree debris and I am once again seven years old.

And one day, I will rest in the mulch, soar with the smoke, and glow like the harvest moon…

Amen.

autumn

 

 

 

Posted by

I am a fabric artist and a professional minister in the Catholic Church. I am married for 40+ years to a most fabulous man. We have 4 adult children, 2 daughter-in-laws ( who we also consider to our children!) and 4 grandbabies. I love to weave, paint silk, sew and design garments for myself; bead, read, write and color. I am also a spiritual Companion/Director and have a special place in my soul for women who are healing and in need of healing from trauma and abuse. I love coffee, quiet reflective prayer time at my kitchen table and long walks to breathe in the Holy Spirit. I would like to learn how to spin yarn and will someday create a spun, hand dyed/painted, beaded, woven fabulous garment of peace!

2 thoughts on “Monday Spiritual Rumination: Autumn Reverie

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s