To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
Autumn. Impermanence. Falling leaves. Maybe Wallace Stevens is right after all: Death is the mother of Beauty.
Reminds me that my life is just a passing show.I remember my teacher sharing with me this practice of turning my teacup upside down at night before I go to bed. And then when I wake up in the morning, I turn the teacup right side up. I am grateful for a new day. Spirit moves me. I am on path.
Prayer: Gentle me, O God, because right now I feel like I am all over the place. I can’t seem to focus on one thing for long. Speak peace to my meanderings. You know that I long for your presence, O Holy One. I want to devote my life to steward your sacred mysteries. Search me, O God, and warm my heart. Bring comfort, understanding and healing now. Even for a brief moment today, let me experience the joy of your abiding, as autumn leaves start to fall… Amen.
