Autumn

Fall is one of my favorite seasons. The colors, the smells, the softness of the air even when the breeze is cool, everything calls me outside. I love these liminal spaces, spring, when everything comes back to life, and fall, when everything dies. I feel at home in this in-between time, where everything is created and undone. The habit of moving from one dimension to another, no doubt. It's easier when the outside mirrors me, and what a mirror! Nature is glorious in these times, teeming with color and movement. I could spend hours contemplating it, in this ever-changing perfection.

I was thinking during my walk that it would never occur to us to "improve" the landscape. When I look at the river, I don't say to myself "well, this rock would be better a little more to the left". Nothing is coordinated or ordered, and yet everything is perfect because everything is coherent. Nothing in nature wastes energy avoiding or denying the consequences of life. Leaves do not try to climb back on the trees. If a rock is moved by the river, it stays where it was deposited and in turn changes the river's course. There is no such thing as resistance. And I think the more I will be in contact with this coherence, the more I will be able to recognize its vibration and connect myself to it when the temptation to fight against "what is" becomes too great. Nature as a compass of acceptance.