Woods in Autumn
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“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
— William Cullen Bryant
Autumn is smiling today, and so am I. The wheel of the year has made another full turn; and once again I find myself caught up in the excitement of returning to the woods for some Fall magic. For a few weeks each Fall, I have the best job in the world. As part of the local Pumpkin Patch, I walk down a tree-lined path to the center of the woods and wait for hay wagons to break down so that I can entertain the visiting children with a story and a rhyme or two.
What is just as magical for me is the time I spend there alone. Away from all the distractions of my usual life, away from the noise of traffic and ringing phones, away from the ordinary routine that marks my days, I see the world in a completely different way. I will venture alone into the woods today, I will open my eyes and ears to the beauty that so often is drowned out by the hubbub of life. I will hear the whispering of the breeze as it touches the leaves at the tops of the trees. I will hear the skittering of the forest creatures who live in my temporary home. I will smell the rich aroma of the dark brown soil and keep my eyes open for the year’s treasures — mushrooms and lichens and moss and fungi, leaves and stones and bark and nuts. I will see the sky through the outstretched arms of the towering trees, and I will feel very small as I stand seventy feet below and gaze toward the heavens, knowing that long after my time here is done, these constant trees will guard the woods I love so well. I will enjoy the sense of balance that comes from entering a world where leaves feed soil and soil feeds trees, where the circles and cycles go on undisturbed, except by the fleeting presence of one small woman and some visiting children. I will see the wise way that nature feeds all its creatures, without need of any intervention from the world beyond.
There is a timeless and deeply moving energy that calls me to the woods. It is there that I hear the wisdom planted in my soul. It is there that I hear the voice of the One who created me.

8:39 AM, 6 October 2011
In my writing group yesterday one of the women told of her recent trip to Seattle. She’d read that it helped to sit close to the earth while meditating because you could pick up on the eath’s energy. On this day, she stepped outside her son’s door, dropped to her bottom underneath a gigantic evergreen whose branches formed a kind of tent /blanket around her and began to meditate. She said her meditation time was “more” of everything. Her chakras lined up straighter. She felt deeper.
I can picture you in the woods waiting for the kidlets, soaking up the energy of the universe. Love the vision of that almost as much as the one I keep next to my heart of you surrounded by little pumpkin lovers.