Life is a series of circles both in the earth and in each of our lives. There is a beginning, a full season, a period where things wane away, and an ending. In the earth that is Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. In our lives conception, childhood, young adult, and then our senior years. There is a particular beauty to each one.
I never think about the circle and how it goes around and around until it is Autumn. It is in the death of the flowers and leaves, the shortening of the days, and the dropping temperatures that bring it all back to me to consider again.
I have enjoyed so many beautiful memories walking beside water and through forests. I have outgrown, wore out and grown tired of a fair number of sweaters and warm socks that were so comfy on my walks. In the beginning my wrinkles were few and my step lively. Now there are a number of lines across my face and my step slower. When I was young I admired many Fall seasons with joy until something else caught my attention. Now I greet this season with reverence and contemplative inner peace knowing each new one I get could indeed be the last one. It is not a sad thing. Instead it is one of respect, and a time for me to slow down and drink it in.
What brought it up today? It was……
It was 2004 when I snapped this. I was with a dear friend of mine. Thompson, Illinois at the market on the right as you go through town. We were on our way to Galena.