Reflection
The song of the crickets is ceaseless. The trees already have a tinge of yellow in their leaves. The tomatoes are ripe and the garden is losing its luster. It is hard to believe that this is the last week of August. Yet it is. Soon another summer will have passed. It seems we just greeted the awakening of springtime, just felt the lush days of summer, and soon it will be autumn. Every season brings its own fullness and its own gifts. If we live each one fully; if we take time to savor and to absorb the moments, winter will not catch us unaware. It will be enriched by all that was and be a preparation for another spring.
Prayer
The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it.
Psalm 24:1
Action
Enjoy these last days of summer. Take time to notice the ripeness of earth and notice the subtle signs of the approach of autumn. Rejoice in the balance and beauty of Earth.
Suggested Readings
To every [thing there is] a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.
Genesis 8:22
Everything has seasons, and we have to be able to recognize when something’s time has passed and be able to move into the next season. Everything that is alive requires pruning as well, which is a great metaphor for endings.
Henry Cloud
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
George Santayana
For millions of years, this world has been a great gift to nearly everything living on it, a planet whose atmosphere, temperature, air, water, seasons, and weather were precisely calibrated to allow us – the big us, including forests and oceans, species large and small – to flourish.
Rebecca Solnit
The coming and going of the seasons give us more than the springtimes, summers, autumns, and winters of our lives. It reflects the coming and going of the circumstances of our lives like the glassy surface of a pond that shows our faces radiant with joy or contorted with pain.
Gary Zukav
Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.
Yoko Ono
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be:
four perfect movements in harmony with each other.
Artur Rubenstein