This morning I awoke feeling more alive than I have in the past
week. Since returning home from my sister’s several weeks ago I haven’t felt
really well and last Wednesday I was hit with a cold that has knocked me down
hard. For the better part of the past week I have felt, along with all the discomforts
of a serious cold, as if something foreign has attached itself to me draining
out life. But this morning, even with another restless night, I feel so much
better and as I lay in bed watching dawn's light grow brighter I wondered what,
if anything, I had to learn from this down time.
As typical for me the response to my wonder was very simple:
aware, be more aware, awake, attentive, conscious and thus becoming more
appreciative, grateful…
With this simple, and yes reoccurring thought of awareness
in mind, I chose to acknowledge what I have noticed over these shut in days as
I look out my windows; Autumn, change, but the thought led me to as much as I love Autumn there is
always a sense of sorrow, passing, a crossing over, now mingled with a sense that I
did not celebrate with any more than the ‘glancing of and a bow of gratitude
toward’ the harvest moon. Even though it wasn’t a sloughing off I sadly realize there
will be the crossing of seasons and 12 full moons before I arrive to her again…Really, Jules, come on....
What else have I noticed these past few shut in days as I've looked out my windows? The Creeping
Virginia across the way has evolved, stretching her colors, growing richer
until reaching her full crimson red
The Box Elder tree out back altering his colors as well,
slowly, releasing some of his leaves, and the early transition, had I not been so shut
in, would have gone unnoticed
Oh, yes, the delphinium and lavender out front have
re-bloomed, beautifully re-bloomed, and gratefully, this morning I recall over
the past few shut in days noticing their tender buds emerge and swell and beautifully re-bloom
Wheeling into the kitchen, my home filled with morning
quite, there is a gentle brushing sound. A leaf, from the bouquet of New
Harmony Autumn which I was graced with by my dear friends, Brent and Monica, this past weekend,
fluttered down, gently reminding me once more….
