Fall is a time of racing to get done with the summer things and put them all away quick before winter hits and a time of storing up and preparing for winter for me. I notice myself struggling with dread. A dread of winter and all the struggles it brings and I have to work to make myself enjoy the momments of beauty and joy. Strange isn’t it?
I reread my writings in the spring about how excited I was over the anticipation of the beauty and the newness of that season and then I took a look at my reactions to fall and saw that I have exactly the opposite reaction. The anticipation of hard times.
It can destroy the enjoyment of the last warm days and the beauty of the fall display in the forest and the fun of the special fall foods if I let it. Now that I have stopped and taken a look at it I have vowed not to let it. I am working at taking the time to breathe in the joy and the beauty of the season and rejecting the dread of what might be actively.
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October 4, 2007 at 11:09 pm
I live in the southwest and we don’t have much of a fall. I miss it so much, but I know in places where the winters are harsh it is hard to look forward to the winter. I just long for the day to use a blanket again.
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October 18, 2007 at 7:43 pm
oh we’ll use blankets all right. But I am sure if I lived where the seasons don’t change I’d miss it.