Help, it’s Fall and I can’t give it up!



<p>The air is warm, the wind is eloquently blowing leaves off the beautifully painted trees.&nbsp; I caught myself today doing the very thing I complain about with others.&nbsp; Old Vermonters would call them “flatlanders”… though I don’t.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On my way home from town I found myself stopping dead in my tracks several times if not to catch a glimpse but also a picture of the beautiful views surrounding me.&nbsp; I love New England (please remind me of that this Winter when I am bitching about it).</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

As I watched the leaves drop from the trees in a manner that was reminiscent of the feather in “Forest Gump”, I found myself smiling, enjoying the perfectly laid out landscape in front of me. This, I said to myself, is living mindfully. Envisioning the fallen leaves as people and things passed, they still lay on the ground as evidence that they were once part of foliage’s prime.  The vibrant, moving colors swaying above and over me with the wind, the reds, yellows, greens of the leaves still clinging to the branches, these are what kept my attention, I looked to this as the “here and now”, the present.  Overhead were grey skies, cloud which I didn’t focus on, just acknowledged.   Even if I wanted to, it would be hard given the colors present surrounding me.  The grey skies signify winter, winter is in in our near future.  Not to be focused on, dwelled on, feared, but again, acknowledged.   Living in the moment, not the past, has been one of my biggest challenges in life.    How do I find balance between the present, the past and the future?

With all my attention on the colorful trees, I took deep breaths, reminded myself of the fragility of the present.   In a few days the trees will be bare, the ground will be covered with foliage gone by, and a new present picture will surround us.   This reminded me that everything, too, shall pass, so enjoy this lovely moment, live in the moment, in the present.

I wonder how many people have not driven on an old back road.  A road so narrow if someone was driving in the opposite direction one of you has to pull over to let the other by.  Ah, country living, I am a country girl for sure.

Inspired by all that has encircled me on this incredible day, I shall now go pick up my paintbrush in hopes that the pulchritudinous of this experience flows from my heart, through my hand, onto canvas….  (Guess what the word of the day was? :))

Todays metaphor: The ground is my foundation, my past; Eyesight, what is in front of me, today; The sky, my future, blurry, obscure, unknown.


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