Autumn… harvest… Indian summer… waiting for the rains… So many images of this time of year, of abundance that need to be stored up against the winter months, of trees beginning to turn, of the last warm days before the cold. (Apologies to our southern hemisphere friends, whose images are just the reverse!) Autumn is a season of life as well, of in-gathering and reflection and celebration. “Autumn’s the mellow time,” the poet said.
Like the falling of the leaves security in life lies in the process not in the fixed points.
Without harvest there can be no seed time.
Without death there can be no new life, no new beginning.
O Dear One, we strain forward to meet you now in the silence of prayer; we press ahead, reaching for you, and as we do we notice those things that create the tension we feel between us and you.
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