Alas, I digress . . . with delight. You see, today I stand poised between Indian Summer and true Chilly Fall. Though my Japanese lanterns still swing from the trees, glowing with the memories of balmy nights spent stargazing, the surrounding foliage takes on the hue of a deep rich autumn tapestry.
As the mercury drops the montage of fall springs to life. Twin trees shading the winding walk become like goblets of burgundian wine calling to mind a roaring fire and a cozy read before it.
Like a stunning sapphire brooch, a jay pauses in the tree top, resting from his game of tree-top swooping.
Did he choose this tree above all others knowing the contrast would set off his plumage like royal robes? Has instinct dealt him such vanity, or do I merely notice his beauty through my own vain views? I stand still and observe, but my bright pink top gives me away, thus he flees uppermost in a neighboring pine and melts into the branches heavy with comrades. I stand still; they stay away. Moments pass before they jet off from towering pine to towering pine, arcs and dives choreograph their dance under skies grayed with the promise of rain. I stand transfixed. Having found these tranquil moments in a day laced with dentist appointments and such, I savor the sweetness of a peaceful short-sleeved walk, hoping that tomorrow’s predicted rain shower ushers in a welcome to sweaters.
In the midst of a season’s change I pause and drink in the wonder of the teeming of life all around me. No planning, no worries, no preparation . . . simply the open eyes and heart and will to receive the beauty of a glorious yet ordinary day in the woods I call home.
Long ago, Fra Giovani shared a Christmastime sentiment that I choose to celebrate every day:
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today.
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant.
The gloom of the world is but a shadow;behind it, yet, within our reach, is joy.
And so . . . I greet you, with the prayer that for you,
~ Fra Giovanni, early Italian Renaissance painter of religious subjects (A.D. 1513),
And Jesus answered and said unto her,
But one thing is needful:
I choose . . .
I take joy.