Thursday, September 22, 2022

The Most Beautiful Season

 

Autumn

“But when fall comes…one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend you have missed. It settles in like an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since the last time he saw you.”

Stephen King (Salem’s Lot)

          Today is the first day of autumn—the Autumnal Equinox—marking the end of summer. Yesterday in Birmingham, the afternoon temperature hit 94 degrees. It will do the same today. I welcome this fall more than any I can remember because this summer’s temperatures have been brutal. This turning of the year is always a point of reassurance that, in Max Ehrmann’s words, “the universe is unfolding as it should.” We can at least anticipate cooler weather at some point in our future.

          In looking up Ehrmann’s prose poem, “Desiderata,” which was written in 1927, I was struck by the timelessness of his words. My memory of that poem is from the 1970’s when poetry set to music was in vogue and "Desiderata" became the holy anthem for the anti-war protesters and free-love flower children. Here are some of his words that still ring true today:

“Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of treachery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism. With all it’s sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.”

          Autumn is the most beautiful season to me. Cool air, incredible colors, clear skies, and quiet. The birds have finished their summer vigil and territorial security. They are molting and packing their bags for the long migration. For me, this will aways be the season of long walks, and stories told by the fire, wrapped in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate and a favorite friend. It is the cozy season. What’s not to love about that?

                                                  In the Spirit,

                                                  Jane

                                                 

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