Then a great peace came over me & I seemed to hear the pines and the wind and the rocky shores say to me, 'You, lover of the wild, are part of us.' – Sigurd Olson
A wild turkey feather, found among the leaves.
For all the glory and color that is fall, this is my favorite time of year because the lesson of autumn is simplicity. Leaves fall, the light wanes, birds grow quiet and the earth draws a deep breath and says a silent prayer before she goes to rest for the winter. I need simplicity in my life, to pare down to the bare branches of thought so my mind can be open to the voice of the wind. I need to listen more than I speak, to feel more than I think, to get back in touch with the rhythms of Nature. I have but one goal this season: To take to heart the words of French writer, Michel Jourdan: “To drift like a dead leaf fallen from the tree and taken up by the wind, knowing not if the wind carries you or if you are carrying the wind.”