Ushering in October

To the attentive eye
each moment of the year has its own beauty,

and in the same field,
it beholds every hour,

a picture which was never seen before,
and which shall never be seen again.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

I think maybe this quote more than any other epitomizes what it is I try to do here on this blog.

Life is a series of beautiful moments, and when you rush through life, you miss out on countless moments that are lost forever.

This is even more true when you have children- they change and grow every instant.

Savor your moments. Live in each one.

I believe that one of our primary functions as human beings is to bear witness to the wonder of it all. If there is in fact a day of reckoning, what will be questioned is the goodness of our selves, and the fullness of our experience.

I love October. Quite literally, the world is transformed from day to day. Blink and you miss something beautiful and exciting. It happens quickly; by November the trees will be skeletons, our morning windows kissed by frost.

Spring is fun, almost overwhelming with its reckless explosions of pastels and green, but I prefer autumn, with its fiery reds and oranges and yellows.

Autumn is the golden hour, a deepening; regal and mature. It is sweet and mellow. It touches off a yearning in one’s soul.

“Nature is a wizard”, Thoreau says.

The magic is beginning. Can you feel it?