Finding Beauty in Autumn: Life Lessons from Nature

It has been a while since I have written anything here and now Autumn is upon us. We had a very long and often hot summer. I was surrounded by luscious green lawns and beautiful gardens filled with rich colours that made my heart sing.

Now I am watching the life force in the plants slowly return to the Earth. Leaves are turning colour and gently falling to the ground. Orchards are filled with people picking fruits from the trees. Farmers are harvesting corn, squash and pumpkins from the fields. Those who love to can and preserve are making chili sauce and various jams and jellies. The farmer’s markets are loaded with fresh produce from their fields and gardens. Those of us who live in small apartments gain from the bounty of their harvest. There is nothing like a pan of fresh roasted vegetables to warm the heart and soul.

I spent a good deal of my time alone this summer and took the opportunity to do a life review. Looking not just to the past or out into the future but at the here and now. Where am I now? Where are we all at this moment in time. I am in the autumn of my life. What does that mean exactly? To me it means capturing the life force within me. Finding the fruits of my own labours. I am sharing what I have discovered over the years. I pay close attention to the lessons learned from poor choices made along the way. No one gets through life without a few hard knocks now and then. Still what I know for sure is my life is full of examples of Love leading the way.

I have always been a peace maker/keeper at heart. I lead with my heart and speak sincerely from what I know to be true for me. I have lived with a hearing impairment for over fifty years. I have also learned to listen with my whole self, not just my ears. I pay attention to body language, physical surroundings and follow my intuition when it gives a clear message. I also use my head to carefully analyze a situation when required before making any decisions or comments. The last piece of advice my mother gave me before she left this world was “Follow your heart.” But she also said, “Don’t lose your head!” She always thought I was too soft. She believed I was wishy washy and sat on the fence. She advised that I should state my opinion strongly like she always did. Her favourite saying was “I mean what I say and say what I mean!” Sometimes what she had to say was mean and still she stood by it. Mostly, though she was right more often than not.

Still for me, I see great value in seeing all sides of a story. Finding the common ground is important before expressing an opinion. My style of leadership is to listen twice as much as I speak. If I don’t have anything to say that will add to the conversation then I just listen until I do. This is particularly true now that I am living in the autumn of my life.

The beauty of autumn is that all the rich green of new life matures. It becomes vibrant colours of brown, orange, yellow and red. Eventually, it joins the Earth to break down and enrich the soil with its nutrients. This becomes fodder for micro organisms that work to break it down so that new life will emerge from it.

Our life experience becomes the nutrients that make up the wisdom of our elder years. We need to live long enough for it to build up. It must then be broken down into micro organisms of thoughts and knowledge. I am just now starting to glean the wisdom of my years of life experience. I see the beauty in living a long life. It allows me to understand what I have been through. I also see what I learned from it. Now is the time to nurture that and also to share it with others. That is why I write and tell stories. I offer what I can when I can. This happens when I am in conversation with family, friends, and others I meet along the way.

This is a wonderful time of year and time of life. It is not about losing life force energy. It is about the life force being transformed into a new form of life. This new form lives on in all its richness.

Nomadic Life

I often describe what I am doing in my life as wandering in the desert or sometimes through the forest. When I lived in British Columbia and in Quebec the mountains helped me see and orient myself as I looked into the distance. Now that I live in Ontario it is the Lake that I look to. I used to believe this is a temporary state of living or being and eventually I would “settle down” and now I am not so sure. I am coming to see and believe it is more a way of living. I have never really settled anywhere for long. Rarely do I attached myself or grow deep roots in any one place specifically. The longest I have lived in a home is seven years. My sense being grounded and rooted has often been a challenge for me and over the years I have discovered there are many different ways of “being home”.

The bible tells us stories of people who travelled for years looking for the Promised Land. Some died before they arrived.  The people of Turtle Island tell stories of their people travelling from place to place following the source of food.  Their homes were portable and easy to pick up and move when required. In Europe there were those who travelled in caravans setting up camps on the outskirts of established communities and were known as gypsies. 

Today we make reference to “the homeless” or “unhoused” who live in parks or on the streets. Those who live on the fringes of society unable, for many reasons, to grow deep roots in any one place are seen as a problem or symptom of something wrong in the social order of the human family.

I have a strong need to “belong” and “be seen, heard and acknowledged”. So it is that I seek community – a group of people who I feel and sense a shared experience of life with and are able to relate to me in a way that is both meaningful and affirming. When I move and my community changes I find myself seeking new connections in new places. I have to remind myself that it takes time to form bonds that are heartfelt and spiritually rooted in something beyond the stuff of life. Toko Pa author of the book “Belonging” talks about belonging ourselves. It is something we do when we find the people we most want to spend time with. I most often stay connected to those I have left behind as well as meeting new friends where I currently live.

I strongly believe it is also very important to connect with those who are not of like mind and like heart because it is through those connections that we learn and grow by either expanding our horizons or seeing more clearly what it is that makes us different. At the same time, having a sense of our belonging to a greater whole is what gives us the courage and strength to face our differences without judgement rather with respect.

Through my travels in life I have seen how much my connection to people across this land I call home has really supported me and given me a sense of belonging and a sense of being home no matter where I live. Home is truly where my heart is.