Autumn In Time
I have enjoyed the past few days; we have had lots of sun, it almost makes up for the summer without sun. Summers end is the beginning of another season. With autumn comes getting things ready for winters long haul. While basking in the sun I kept thinking I had so many things to do and all I could think about was the bright warm rays. Tomorrow, I will work twice as hard and hope I catch up on the things that needed done yesterday and more so for the winter that is fast approaching.
That got me thinking about the tomorrows and what happened to all the yesterdays. Time flies by so quickly. It seems with the total sum of birthdays comes with it a momentum of time that is exhilarated at each new marking of a new year. It sure would be nice if the years would slow down as our pace slows down. I think it would be a better match to even things out just a bit.
Taking time to soak in the sunrays can and has given myself the added propulsion I needed to finish what I started a few years ago. The cleaning out of my life so that leisure time is not so much a happenstance. It seems to motivate a reflection of how time has been spent over the years to different degrees in thought of what one would want for all future days. Kind of, a sort out, of what is important and what is not. With age comes wisdom I have been told, I hope I put it to some good use. However, my accepted wisdom (I will like this new wisdom that comes with age) for today was about how I was feeling so good taking time just to relax and giving myself permission for no reason being needed today towards ( or at the present moment) not getting anything done. For today the only feeling, I was allowing, was the suns sensation reaching to the very center of my being.
At some point of my nothingness, something jarred me from my semi trance and made me aware that I had so much more to do and now I considered it necessary to get things readied for my future devoid of clutter (personal and material.) Coming back to the real world as my head cleared, my thoughts arched and I found myself taking assessment about what I could do to undo the cumbersome (ness’) that seemed to consume my life. I would like to overtake my life to an even measure, balance me overall, making a harmonious whole. Carrying or doing so many things that need not be, I think the awkwardness of being a type ‘A’ personality, the doer, makes it hard just to let go. Note to self: do not try too hard, just let it happen.
Being right on the cusp of my sexagesimal years, I have times two years in time to learn to let go (if not sooner) , allowing and ridding myself of all unimportant and inconsequential things. Taking a little time now for ridding me of the muddle and putting a little order to the few well-chosen things left in my life, for the time yet to come. I wonder how much time and energy I waste on non-essential doings. How many times I do something that is not necessary in the least, my thinking before may have been it was important but to me now… things need change with time. I will enjoy all my future Autumns in Time as many as I am given.
Brought to mind with my thinking is the poem, “To Autumn” by John Keats. It words evoke the sights, tastes and sounds that come with autumn. The words conclude with the movement of our beings, the expansion and progressions of our lives and the progress that comes with age, autumn being the end of the day to be lived, our autumn years are that before our decline.
An Autumn in Time is like letting go but not before the leaves depart the trees. What beauty autumn brings with splendid and brilliant colors, the late summer bountiful harvest and the sounds of birds migrating south. I do hope that I become a very colorful soul with my Autumn in Time.
Autumn is the time of growth and success, full stage before any abating. A time to celebrate, enjoy oneself and appreciate all that was beforehand. A time to let go and ensue all the meaningful things with nothing missed. I will live my Autumn in Time to the fullest.
To Autumn by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
In each of our Autumns in Time, there are diverse measures for each soul. It could be the way one lives their life or through different disciplines, could be through spiritual living, or could be taking self-care and keeping strength and resilience for stability, it could be each or all or many other varied raison d’être. Many multiples can and do make up the differentials of how long our Autumn in Time will be….