Autumn

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Letter 4458

I used to need rescue.

I used to need encouragement.

I used to pine for a second chance.

Now, the gardens have grown, the wood of my dwelling has weathered. It is my life’s autumn.

Did bounty come my way? Did I get that second chance?

The hours trickled into a cistern and I have enough experience that each new day is familiar.

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My fondest desire, now, is to slow my pace and appreciate what is around me.

What I wish for is in my grasp. Let me reach for it.

All is well.

Consider:

Can I slow my walk today?

Reading:

❖ “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, / Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.” — John Keats, “To Autumn”

❖ “The rose is without why; it blooms simply because it blooms, and pays no attention to itself, asks not whether it is seen.” — Angelus Silesius, The Cherubinic Wanderer

❖ “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” — Ecclesiastes 3:1 (KJV)

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~B.R.

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