Re-seeing the familiar

I always saw spring as beautiful. New growth, young being born, fresh scents in the air, and warmth from the sun. Now I am beginning to see fall just as beautiful. It always was a nice time of year, but now I appreciate a beautiful death. One that gives a new perspective and new life to all that surrounds.

Take these leaves, for example.

We see them underfoot as they fall from the trees.

Yet, do we admire the beauty in their death? And the new life it brings?

An early rise gave way to see beauty unfold

The walk to the lake is peaceful and, at the same time, full of life. Spider webs with dew on the silk, hanging like an ornament. Leaves rustling and dancing in the wind. Birds chirping in the trees, calling out to one another. 

The lake is as peaceful as ever. Watching in silence as the sun disappears behind a bank of fog. Slowly, it closes in on the land , slipping further along until it covers the entire lake. 

Waiting patiently for it to move again.

Nothing. 

Tranquility remains.

 That is until a powerboat speeds into the fog, slows, disappearing, until it is consumed. 

Even if just for a moment life would be still, to enjoy all that is around. To take in life, to be full of life. To see and breath peace until you overflow. 

In the silence and peace I hear “my portion is enough for you” echoed among the wind.   

Honey listens carefully too. 

Watching silently. 

For the bird. Or the squirrel. To give way of its whereabouts.

 Ears perked. Legs braced. She watches. Listens. And is surrounded by peace. 

“be still and know that I am God”