“I am rich today with autumn’s gold.” — Gladys Harp

Autumn Reflections

Our vision may suddenly sensitize to a certain color, and then it is everywhere! Autumn’s gold is just like that. We were living our lives and didn’t notice the subtle shade changes from green, to yellow, to gold and hints of orange and red. Now we are surrounded by a chorus of autumn colors singing so loudly we are at once awakened to the time of year, the moment of “now” and the look in our companion’s eyes as our windswept hair reflects back flecks of autumn’s glory.

“How much of the year has slipped away,” we marvel. “Who are we to allow such absentminded living?” And as we grow quiet and settle into the familiar oneness of the land, we ask the same questions Ilchi Lee has pondered from mountaintops in Sedona and faraway places, “Who am I? Where do I fit in this grand, magnificent world?”

Is the turning of the seasons nature’s way of jolting us back into consciousness, returning our presence of mind back to a moment of revelation over the incredible, striking magic of life itself? We surely need these moments, rich with autumn’s gold, or spring’s glory, or summer’s blue skies, or winter’s crisp contrast to keep bringing us back around to remembering what a spectacular opportunity nature presents to remind us who we are.

Lynn A. TrombettaBy Lynn A. Trombetta: A freelance web writer on topics of art, music, and wellness, Lynn is also a wildlife artist/photographer, professional flutist, recording artist, and published author.