Autumn’s secrets

Today’s wind and rain is strip­ping the leaves from the trees as we speak. We’ve gone from 74F at 8am this morning to 50F by 1pm this after­noon! It’s 47F now and the temps are still drop­ping. The lows are pre­dicted to be in the 30sF…and maybe even hit the 20sF.

It may be safe to assume we may be heading into an early winter. But I must admit, Autumn was much pret­tier than I expected this year. With record-breaking drought and suf­fo­cating temps this summer, I wasn’t expecting much. Anything was a bonus.

I came across this quote last week and it really stopped me in my tracks. it was one of those “Aha! moments.” I’ve always loved Autumn, but maybe now I know why.

There is no season in all the year so beau­tiful, so radiant with glory, as the early autumn. There is no time when the human soul drinks in so fully the glory and beauty of nature. All objects of beauty are more beau­tiful while passing away from us. The closing up of a beau­tiful life—the fading of the holy stars in the dim light of morning—the ending of a quiet summer day and the passing away of the bright summer glory, are all more sweet and lovely as they are lost to us. The death-glow always beau­ti­fies any­thing that wears the trace of beauty ere it goes back to noth­ing­ness. We do not under­stand the secret of this prin­ciple, yet we know that it is some law of the infi­nite mind.
~Northern Advocate


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I know it sounds a bit morbid, but doesn’t the phrase, All objects of beauty are more beau­tiful while passing away from us, ring true? It seems like we don’t really begin to appre­ciate the beau­tiful things in life until they are moving out of reach and we realize there’s nothing we can do to hang on to them.

Relationships are like this as well, aren’t they? We mourn the death of someone we love. We’re sad when someone we care about moves away. Sometimes we regret when a friend­ship dies. That’s because we’re cre­ated for relationships…of all kinds. And they always seem more dear to us the closer we get to losing them. It’s a shame we some­times don’t rec­og­nize and appre­ciate them earlier.

But in this finite life, we’ll always have to say good-bye to those we love. Sometimes much sooner than we’d like. Only in our faith are we com­forted that we’ll one day see them again.

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