LITTLE THINGS

As the summer draws to a close and the almost feeble step of Autumn draws in, I feel a sense of change, almost something familiar that is very comforting.  I realise it is the familiar rhythm of life, of seasons and of colours.  I love the change of colour in the trees, the golden acers, the magical dark colours of the velvety leaves of my dahlia, the budding almost pregnant rosehips, the brightly coloured asters, and the golden orange of my pumpkins.  These magical colours herald autumn, and it is harvesting time.  It tells me the warm laid-back days of summer are coming to an end.  Do I feel sad?  At first, I am not sure.  But now I am sure that I am not sad but adjusting myself to the change of seasons.  For some ‘change’ can be hard, for some it is almost magical, for some it does not matter and for some it is just another day.  Where do I fit in – I ask myself.  Perhaps I am one of those who has experienced every feeling that comes with change.  But today, I am reflective, my mood resonates the warmth of the rich, autumn colours around me.  I am loving the burnt orange sunset, the brilliant red rosehips, the russet-coloured berries, the crimson hollyhock and the blue asters.  I even find myself forgiving the mistakes I have made over the summer – little things that go unsaid, little things that only you know, little things that does not make much sense to others but to you, little things that others forget but perhaps you hold on to.  This autumn is about ‘little things’ I guess, and I am learning, growing, pondering of things that I am ‘choosing’ to let go.  But I also happily embrace the other ‘little things’ that are good, beautiful, wonderful and nice for me.  And as I let go of the ‘little things’ that disturb me, my heart fills with joy, even a sense of relief, gratitude is creeping in too and thankfulness sets in.  The rich colours of autumn have embraced me, and I am loving it.