Autumn. Without question, my most favorite season. Its blazing beauty. The crisp clean air. Gathering a blanket under your chin at night. The crunch of leaves. The smell of leather and smoke. But most of all, I love the nostalgia of this time of year. Autumn is a season bloated with bittersweet memories. A time of year which demands remembrance.
As I age, I remain stunned by Time’s sure sprint to the finish line. I cannot get over how the hands of the clock gain such speed. Autumn is the time when I am most aware of Life’s accelerating pace. I cling to these vibrant days like the leaves on the trees, knowing full well that one gust of coarse wind will rip me loose from my own moorings. These are the days of harvest, and heading home to the hearth to rest. These are the days which foreshadow a final homecoming.
Life has many lessons to teach. Most are done so seasonally. Each time of year has a subject to tutor us in. These months offer up a course on letting go. We cannot hang on. Clinging is futile. We must let go. We must wave the white flag, and surrender to the coming of Winter. We seek to stretch out these Fall days. We yearn for just a couple more days of Indian summer.
Still, in this time of year, we are being drilled on the topic of endings. Learning to relinquish. To say our goodbyes. To not avoid farewell. To honestly face that many of our muscles now sag; most of our youthful dreams have faded ; relationships – too many to count or even recall -- have vanished, and our longings grown sharply focused – minimal.
Autumn prioritizes. Offers praise to what has been. Offers hope of what we still might receive or pull off. Grants faith to those of us wise enough to ready ourselves for the blizzard ahead. Autumn is a time when stories are told before roaring fires. When the word of God is draped about the earth in the colors of fire. When God’s own story begins to wind down for us, and we begin to hear the echoed words, “the end”, in our ears.
Autumn. This wild, strange, eerie, magnificent season. A sacred time. A time swarming with holiness. An eternal time. A time which announces the sad departure of so many dawns and an equal number of dusks. A time which heralds that Life will indeed go on and on and on…dust to dust…ashes to ashes…in the sure and certain hope of…
Reverend William R. Grimbol has spent the past 30+ years helping people create and develop strong spiritual connections with loved ones and God. He is also a published author, with over a dozen books to his credit.