On my drive to and from school, I keep reminding myself to soak it up and take it in. Instead of getting lost in thought or just robotically staring at the road ahead, I attempt to look up and look around. So often I find myself in the early part of winter wondering what happened to the fall days I cherish. The trees seem to be blazing scarlet and golden hues for such a brief period of time. While I think fall is often inconveniently truncated, I also forget to embrace the days we do have.
This year, I’m attempting to make my morning and evening commutes a time for noticing. Noticing the particular blush of the tree near my house, mostly green but with a warm glow on top. Noticing the checker of colors on the trees as I wait for the light to change. Noticing the warmth of the afternoon sun and the slight coolness in the morning air.
There seems to be a need to soak up these moments, to store them away in my heart for the months ahead where the trees will be barren and the air frigid. In those moments, there will be much to be grateful for, too, but I want to relish these days as the colorful glory that they are for me.
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I like simplicity. And I like beauty. I am continually amazed by things that would be so easy to pass by or discount as being of little importance. A simple cup of coffee from home on the way to work with the sun shining on the plains filled my heart with joy. The Sacred Host exposed in vulnerable love as voices rise like incense to fragrance Our Lord’s throne. A glorious sunset that mixes the palette of colors into a never before seen array of splendor. The simplicity of a humble priest who, with eyes closed in a concentration that must have been often etched upon Our Lord’s face, raises his hand to absolve me from my sins. The moment in the confessional when you say the Act of Contrition and you are struck for the first time by the words “but most of all because I have offended Thee, O God, who art all good…” My heart desiring the simplicity of a human love that will rival all fiction and will lead me steadfastly to Heaven’s embrace. The conversations with dear sisters placed hundreds of miles away from me. This song. A beautiful red tomato freshly picked from the garden and an apple harvested from the nearby tree. This picture:
A moment to stop, look around at the countryside, and breathe in a deep breath of crisp autumn air. The silence, the peace, the luxury of looking across the land and seeing no human person in sight. The knowledge that I am because He always is.