Here you are, once again one-upping August and September. Those two bring newness, and for that I am thankful. But they also cling to summer and seem to embody all of the hard parts of change.
And then you come along with cool weather, pumpkins, bonfires, boots and scarves. Every crunching leaf seems like a promise I can't quite identify but still trust wholeheartedly. The air, crisp and smoky, makes me stop just to breath long and slow.
You look to be a busy month, with packed weekdays and no vacation. It will be long and I feel worn and weary at the beginning. When these burdens feel heavy and my feet start to drag through the day-to-day, all I have to do is step outside. I look for new signs of Autumn--that air, that smell, those sounds and colors-- and rejoice because in the midst of the busyness, there will also be deep bursting color, an apple festival and maybe a fair.
Why does hope distinctly resemble the changing leaves this time of year? Maybe because death that leads to life speaks to the human soul. Maybe because the process unfurls at the hands of a Creator whose eye for beauty is ours as well, however faded our vision. Maybe because our felt need for change at the close of each season speaks to the cosmic need for change, a need that will one day be fully met. Maybe simply because He loves His own and loves to whisper hope.
In any case, here's to you, October. With love.
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