Autumn: I Stand In Wonder

Autumn fall

Today is the first day of Fall.

Autumn leaves have already begun to drop and the air has become crisp and delicious. It’s the perfect day to launch my new blog. My first blog post, This Mountain Girl Speaks, was written about a month ago as I began setting up this site, and I encourage you to read it. It talks about my reasons behind starting a new blog and what I want to do with it.

For now though, I just want to breath in the fresh air and soak in the earth’s sigh of relief.

This is my season.

This is when I feel most alive and connected. Spring has her place in my heart, but Fall is where it’s all at for me. I thrive on the coolness.

Autumn has always been a time of renewal. New school years when I was younger. New pencils to create with, new notebooks to write in. The changing season always brought color back to a dull summer backdrop.

Autumn also means new life for me.

My first child was born just a few weeks before the first day of Fall and after a record breaking summer, in a very pregnant body, in a house with no air conditioning, his birth was a relief. A relief from the discomforts of pregnancy, a relief from the summer heat and the relief that all was well with my little one as I started my journey in motherhood. I feel blessed to realize that this most significant change in my life happened at the beginning of my favorite season. What better way to start a new life?

That’s what I’m hoping for on this first day of Autumn.

New life. A clear mind and a healthy body. A renewed sense of purpose and greater ability to be present. Truly present.

I stand in wonder at the hope of it all, and the beauty of both of the earth in this changing season, and of the possibilities the future holds. Everything happens for a reason and to everything there is a season. This . . . is going to be my season.

Now it’s your turn. Tell me your thoughts on Fall. Or, what is your favorite season? Is there a significant change that happened in your life that you associate with a season?

 

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2 Comments

  1. Fall is my season too. Crisp, cool nights, slowing of the work of summer, and the gathering in of the harvest. My first child was also born during fall, and started a new season of life, which only gets better. My youngest grandchild is also a fall baby. The fire is cheerfully warming me as I rest from chores that will soon be put off until spring!

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