by Pam Rumancik
A cool wind is blowing around the edges of the church today and
you can feel a new season waiting to take hold. We have enjoyed the
deep warmth of summer – along with its rich growth and fragrant
offerings -- but now we move into a time of rest.
The colors of the trees are beginning to burst forth and I am led
to ponder on this marvel. The colors which now appear are not
new. They have existed all along in the brilliant green leaves
waving overhead. They were merely overwhelmed by the
action of photosynthesis. Green dominated all the other
pigments and made them invisible.
But now, the enchanted work of creating food from sunlight has
gone into remission and the deep red, oranges, and yellows are
finally becoming apparent.
How many ways does this happen in our own lives? How many times
are the deepest longings of our hearts buried under too much
business and hurry? How often do we forget to live, distracted
by the process of making a living?
Children instinctually love to visit with their grandparents because
the business of life has passed. Grandparents often have time to
pay attention to the lazy pace of an ant or the patience to help
young hands do a task for the first time. The hectic pace has
slowed – and there is time to actually look around and notice
the amazing gifts of this blessed existence.
We each have brilliant hues hiding within our souls. We
have dreams and visions, insights and passions gently
waiting for a ripe moment to emerge. For just a bit, let us
allow the green of doing to fall away; let us rest for a
brief moment in our autumnal souls. What soul colors
may be revealed in this season of turning?
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