There is no crisp autumn air to bite into; the apples they come encased in hard plastic trays, out of the big building called Cost.co.
This year we did not harvest apples from our cabin. This year fall seems slow in coming, the valley still humid and way too warm.
But I see it in the calendar and something in my bones begin to give a little, ready to curl up, yearning for tea, cake and conversation. A desire arise for winds to whip my hair around my face, to disappear into my jacket, and to hug my children close, stealing their warmth. Every year I still think of the prayer below, and once again I share it here. And if you like the photo above, there are more here, where you get to see how fall is in 30 different countries. Tell me your favorite, if you have one. I can’t decide between: Austria, Bulgaria, Finland, France, Lithuania, Scotland and Taiwan. No one beats Nature, and chance, at art and beauty. But lucky is the eye who gets to behold it all.
Prayer for Autumn Days
God of the seasons, there is a time for everything; there is a time for dying and a time for rising. We need courage to enter into the transformation process.
God of autumn, the trees are saying goodbye to their green, letting go of what has been. We, too, have our moments of surrender, with all their insecurity and risk. Help us to let go when we need to do so.
God of fallen leaves lying in colored patterns on the ground, our lives have their own patterns. As we see the patterns of our own growth, may we learn from them.
God of misty days and harvest moon nights, there is always the dimension of mystery and wonder in our lives. We always need to recognize your power-filled presence. May we gain strength from this.
God of harvest wagons and fields of ripened grain, many gifts of growth lie within the season of our surrender. We must wait for harvest in faith and hope. Grant us patience when we do not see the blessings.
God of geese going south for another season, your wisdom enables us to know what needs to be left behind and what needs to be carried into the future. We yearn for insight and vision.
God of flowers touched with frost and windows wearing white designs, may your love keep our hearts from growing cold in the empty seasons.
God of life, you believe in us, you enrich us, you entrust us with the freedom to choose life. For all this, we are grateful.
– Author Unknown
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