Blog - Nature & Reflection

Autumn Air

As I walk through the garden in late September after a thunderstorm, I feel a real change in the atmosphere. The air is more crisp and the sunlight is soft and velvety. The garden is breathing quietly. It’s like everything is suddenly more refined, and the naive and youthful features that used to dominate the garden are now turning into something gentle and mature. The late summer rain and violent winds have cleansed the garden while remains of summer’s passion bundle into dots of yellow light, playing hide and seek among green leaves and dancing on the blanket of grass. Strolling through the garden, I find a silvery rock and touch it. It sparkles in the sunlight, and the mesmerizing glitter carries me away into a waterfall of shimmering crystals. As I close my eyes, I begin to float on puffy clouds and in front of me a silky, swaying path opens up with white angels dancing. A small drop of the golden sun lands on my hand and mirrors me in a tiny sphere of reflection. Thousands of flower petals are wavering in the air and clear the way for a unicorn stepping out of splendid, colorful clouds. The unicorn is swimming in the flow of poetry, with silvery, foamy waves swelling and surging and gleefully showering this beautiful creature, the living symbol of the divine. A little angel descends from the sky and smoothly navigates through the ocean of diamond blue. The golden sun brightens up the sky and the earth shines in emerald glory. I have never seen the sky so pure and clear as if I could simply walk on the starry bridge of sapphire and disappear in the immensity of transparent greatness.

I slowly return to the house. A new season has arrived; it is never about saying goodbye, but rather a “see you later” between friends. The garden shivers in the cold chills of early autumn, fully aware that the fire of summer passion is now transforming into something else. The sun is moving further and further away without saying much of a goodbye. The garden is reluctantly accepting the fact that the sun is departing, and it is now by itself to get through the winter. Memory of the sweet summer is still fresh; once in a while a burst of sunlight magically awakes the rhythm of regular calmness, brightening up every corner of the garden in vivid colors. The sun is at rest; the garden is also at rest. All that is left behind is the lingering smell of hay, fresh mint, diced apples with a few sprinkles of cinnamon. It is probably enough to get by in the coming months.

The late afternoon shade dims down the radiance of the still green grass. Summer departs; autumn arrives. It is not a shock of unexpected loneliness; rather a transitional period of weariness and emotional distraction that marks the change of seasons. The sun has traveled halfway around the world and is ready to give way to night to put a roof of protection on nature. A flow of chilly air sneaks inside the house and gently pushes the window shut, as if the evening has formally started. The sound of birds tweeting fades out as they return to their warm, cosy nests. When the last sunrays move away and the grey shade of the evening settles in, time comes to a standstill. Flowers retire and snuggle in their beds. Trees rustle their leaves one more time before they go to sleep. The forest prepares to heal. Silence marches inland; the ocean blends in with the horizon, ocean waves cease weeping and silently caress the shore. Powerful forces begin to unite: the heat, the cold; the strong, the weak; the feminine and the masculine. Creation diligently moves along.

The soul resides in the calming ocean and the mind has returned home to unwind and purify. It dusts itself off with a brush of unconditional kindness and forgiveness. It finds peace from the sound of sizzling meat on a kitchen stove, hot steam from a boiling tea kettle, crackling logs in a fireplace, and dancing candles on a well-set table. Magic lies in the simplest things. Happiness exists in every little essence of love. Smoke swerves its way through the chimney; the garden rests in protection of leaves; a cat lazily stretches on the couch. Night falls. Tranquility soothes the mind. A new form of love awaits a new day.