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Autumn Thoughts

Autumn Thoughts

Posted by Jenny Wilson on 2nd Oct 2017

The change in the seasons can be a time of reflection, a time to take stock and gain clarity for the way ahead.  Autumn is a wonderful time of the year for taking walks in the countryside to appreciate the changing colours.  Even the light seems to have a rose tinted glow.


'My greatest moments are the quietest'

How wonderful, but how rare, is quietness. If you live in the usual on-the-go life, you seem surrounded by noise. You push your way through the buzzing noises of the day, the droning or screaming noises of the factory, the rapid tempo, high tension clatter of the office, the work-a-day sounds around the house.

But there are moments of silence if we search for them - in the early morning, or taking a walk in the evening. 

What do you do with the silences that come - either unasked or invited? Does it make you rather uncomfortable so that you talk to yourself to avoid your thoughts? Or do you dream away the time letting your thoughts drift? Or fill it full of reading matter or pictures for entertainment? I suppose these have been common reactions for us all.

Have you ever thought of quietness as a gift? A gift of time for letting your soul catch up with your body, for thinking through your plans. A time of stillness can become one of the greatest treasures.

Harleigh M Rosenberger

Some poetry for Autumn:

To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness !

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun :

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy


John Keats

Enjoy autumn!  

Jenny xx

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