As the evenings chill and the morning grass is immersed in dew, nature's canvas takes on new colours: gold, crimson, sienna, orange, brown. The air is crisp. Leaves, freed at last from their branches, skitter across lawns and sidewalks and crumble under our feet. Bulbs slumber under the soil, patiently waiting for the winter to pass. The Spirit is active in the autumn, calling us to reflect on the cycle of the seasons.
- What does my life yield at this time of harvest? In what ways shall I demonstrate my thanks?
- As the trees let go of their leaves, what might I let go of in my own life that is no longer productive?