Alison B-P's Thin Place: Autumn Leaves
There’s a kind of exhale and a
sense of wonderment that I
associate with God’s presence.
There’s something about walking in the leaves that feels both rooted and buoyant. It’s playful.
There’s a kind of exhale and a sense of wonderment that I associate with God’s presence in that place.
Craig and I go walking most mornings. We have to wade through the leaves before we get to the path and the leaves have a way of waking me up to the environment.
The texture and the crunch and the way they fly up around my feet re-connect me with the world around me and again with that sense of playfulness that I associate with the Spirit.
Autumn is so often associated with aging and loss and death as we move from summer into winter.
There are ways in which one might think about autumn as a sad time. I just don’t. It feels like sacred time. Part of what makes it feel sacred is that sense of the passage of time and the preciousness of life.
There’s something precious in every time of transition. I look for that at other times of the year, but I don’t think there’s anything quite like a pile of leaves in terms of how they invite that spontaneous moment.
It’s not like in the middle of summer I wish I had a pile of leaves that I could walk through. It’s just that when I discover a pile of leaves, it’s a gift.
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