I know I've mentioned the seasons a few times, but really...I had no idea how much I missed them over the years. Autumn is here and I am reminded why I have claimed this as my favorite season for so long. I'm not sure if it is the crispness in the air, the crunchy leaves that make the walk so much less lonely, or the gorgeous colors that crown the trees. I'm tempted to believe that it is my insistence on finding something deeper in everything I see. I think that it is because fall reminds me of the necessity of death. By death, I don't mean the end of life but the end of seasons...the closing of chapters. I don't care where you are or what you are going through, good or bad, the time always comes when you must close the door and open another.

I suppose you refer to this idea when thinking about any season; however, the idea of the beauty that comes before death in this season is what gets me so excited. I'd like to think that the process in closing a door allows for incredible beauty. I wonder tonight, what door it is that I need to close. I have been reflecting on this for weeks now. Wondering what the underlying cause is to some of my inclinations for things that are not for my best. I wonder if this fall will be my time for change. I wonder if this season will signify the death of bad habits or tendencies that do not allow me to grow to my fullest potential or embrace true contentment. I wonder if my acceptance and willingness to discover more about myself will allow for beauty to "become me". I wonder what will come of this closing of a door or this changing of seasons. Whatever it is, I know that when winter is allowed to settle on the bare trees, there is beauty to follow...fruit and new life. I am ready to grow...I am ready to produce new fruit in my life.

Change is a thrill to me. Perhaps, the leaves taking on a new look and the air drawing in a crispness is my reminder to allow for change...always. It is necessary to grow. Just remind me when it is cold...