Celebrating the season

Here where I live in northern Colorado USA, the seasons are beginning to change.

Summer is graciously bowing to receive her well-earned accolades while fall stands just off-stage awaiting her cue. Warm-ups and vocalization exercises done, she is poised, ready to burst from the wings, draped in oranges, reds, yellows and deep maroons.

I’m not gonna lie; of the four contenders, fall is my fave season of all. It is the time of cooler temps, of pumpkin spice EVERYTHING, of the start of American FOOTBALL, and of kids being back in school. It is the time when fresh peaches are canned, chili is cooked, long sleeves come out of hiding, and a brand-new season of Saturday Night Live blasts off.

But most of all, I think I love fall because it is that time when the end of yard work is visible, just beyond the horizon. 

I am sure I’m not alone. Don’t most people say fall is their favorite season?

Fall on the calendar is one thing. Entering the “fall” season of our life is another matter entirely. Why is it, do you suppose that people (like me) who feel a genuine affection for all things autumnal are so very much LESS thrilled when the autumn season of life arrives?

Sure… the “springtime of my youth” was an exciting time. Everything was new and fresh and green. There was an atmosphere of expectation. Vitality coursed through every vein and energy seemed unlimited! Life and liveliness filled the air as new buds appeared on every branch. PROMISE was bursting out all over!

“Summer” was great, too. It was the season we had all been waiting for… the season when our roots took hold, our flowers unfurled, and our leaves fully deployed. (Metaphorically speaking, of course. I personally don’t have any actual leaves or flowers to speak of. Do you?) Summer was the season of life when preparation met opportunity and we were out there every day DOING IT! We were on the stage, saying our lines, hitting our marks, and actualizing the self we knew we were born to be. It was a heady, intoxicating time when PURPOSE coursed through us, and we ended each day spent but satisfied.

But now comes the fall. Life slows down. Limbs creak. Daylight becomes rarer and rarer. The evenings are cooler, and the sap doesn’t flow quite as fluidly. Long sleeves and sweaters come out. Casserole recipes are located and dusted off. 

There is a temptation to lament this season and look on it as the unwelcome reminder of the frozen lifelessness that lies just ahead. But why should we? Fall is that time when our richest, most vibrant colors come out on full display. It is the time when we wave farewell to the vigorous striving of “summer” and dare to relax and refresh ourselves by the springs of wisdom. 

Fall (once again, working with an analogy here… I am talking about the fall season of LIFE) is harvest time… the time when the seeds of spring pay us back for the blood, sweat, and tears we watered them with.

While it is true that the color might have vanished from our hair (unless, of course, you have chosen to put it back in somehow), the colors of our experiences, our relationships, our families, and our indomitable spirits shines forth in a dazzling display… more glorious than a Colorado aspen grove in early October. 

Besides, I love the thing wise old King Solomon had to say about gray hair: “Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained in a righteous life.” (Proverbs 16:31, NRSVU). 

Pretty smart guy, eh?

I don’t know… was Dylan Thomas right? Should we, “… rage, rage against the dying of the light”?

Or should we celebrate the full glory of this fall season of life? 

I know which one I choose.

Abundant blessings;

15 Responses to “Celebrating the season”

  1. September 21, 2022 at 9:50 pm

    If I live to be 80, and divide those years evenly into four seasons, I’ve already entered the winter season of my life!! No matter–in some ways I’m still enjoying the benefits of all the seasons. There are still seeds to be planted in family and younger friends, there’s still satisfying work to be done as I mentor and write, and I still want to harvest more fruit of the Spirit in my life. Maybe that’s part of the abundant life with Jesus–we get to enjoy all the seasons at once! 😊

  2. September 28, 2022 at 4:06 pm

    Reblogged this on Mitch Teemley and commented:
    My Featured Blogger this week is Russell (a.k.a. Rev Russ) of Russellings of the Spirit. “Retired pastor, father, grandfather, stumbler, seeker, and servant,” Russell might also add “treasured friend” to that list. We’ve never met in person, but I do indeed count Russell as a treasured friend. And I know many others feel the sam. Read on and you’ll see why.

  3. September 28, 2022 at 4:39 pm

    Excellent. Thanks for the positivity, Russell. At 72 there’s a danger that I bemoan that I can’t do what I used to do – and what I can still do I do much slower than I used to. I’d rather focus on and rejoice in what I can do… I love fall – well, autumn – too, and the reality of beauty in times of change.

  4. September 28, 2022 at 4:47 pm

    At 79, I may be more into Winter, but I agree, Fall is a time of rich harvest, the abundance of life (not necessarily material) to reflect on and enjoy.

  5. September 28, 2022 at 5:20 pm

    Ya, as I get to the “Fall” part of life, that is what I fear most…Falling! I love the season, I love the weather, I love the beauty, I’d just rather not see it from my back.

  6. September 28, 2022 at 5:42 pm

    Russ, I feel much better about my gray hair after reading this. King Solomon certainly was a wise man.🙂 I do agree Fall gets a bad rap as an “ending” period, when in fact it is a time for celebrating life itself in all its glorious colors.

  7. September 28, 2022 at 7:41 pm

    Russ, this is good. I’m saving this quote, “Fall is that time when our richest, most vibrant colors come out on full display. It is the time when we wave farewell to the vigorous striving of “summer” and dare to relax and refresh ourselves by the springs of wisdom.”

  8. September 28, 2022 at 10:43 pm

    Well, I do have that one begonia growing out of my left ear ~ does that count?

    Seriously, though, excellent writing here, and from a warm heart. 👌

  9. September 29, 2022 at 12:41 am

    I’m with you, Russ! Having noticed at my 50th high school reunion (“Who are all these old people?”) that I was the only one there with brown hair, I decided to stop living in denial and take the fake color out of my hair. Now that I have silver (not gray!) hair (working my way toward white), I am actually enjoying it. A young friend at church gushed, “Omigish, I love it! You look like a fairy!” Now all I need is a “Lord of the Rings” costume. 😏

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