Stepping gingerly onto fallen leaves under a quiet colorful canopy in autumn, I feel that I belong, though it’s my first visit on this mountain, through these woods, on this path. Yet it’s home. The unending grandeur surrounding me beckons participation. “Come deeper, further into this story of existence,” I hear Christ’s invitation.
Every rock endured formation, every tree has a history, every leaf a story: a symphony of surrounding life. With each step forward, my heart expands with gratitude for the moment, with awareness of how long this beautiful place has existed. Simple lessons of life’s cycles abound. Death is evident in the fallen trees and the falling leaves. Once green with ample sunshine, mature autumn leaves display their true colors, lose their grip, float to the ground, where they will continue to give life through decay and nourishment to the soil.
Each tree has a lifetime.
Each leaf has a story.
I’ve been invited in.
Pondering Christ 
Simple but profound. Inviting and prayerful. Reminds me of Albert Camus’ quote: “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.’’ Thank you
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Thank you, Fran. Good quote, and so true!
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Very true, thank you for your post.
“But now, O Lord,
You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all we are the work of Your hand.” (Is 64:8)
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