It's the time of year where we can capitalize on relaxation, creativity, and a connection with nature since it is comfortable enough to be out in the elements, and the season offers something for all of the senses.
But this time of year also offers a lot of symbolism about life, transitions and the reality that nothing ever stays the same, everything is in constant change, and there is evidence all around us that we don't have forever to do the things we want to do in this lifetime.
Robert Frost put it well in his classic poem (so symbolic of Autumn in itself),
Nothing Gold Can Stay:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I'm reminded of the existentialists who frequently get accused of being the downers in life, but in reality they are the writers and thinkers who bring to light the need for all of us to come home to the present moment, which is where life actually exists. They push us a little bit to find meaning in our lives. They are the questioners of life itself and encourage us to ask, "What does it mean to exist?" But more than that, they push us to find meaning in this existence that brings us such constant change, including birth and death. Why is it that this transitional time of year, which symbolically represents death and the reality that "nothing gold can stay"-- is so beautiful, and so welcomed and enjoyed by most?
There is something very relaxing in getting out and enjoying this time of year. Be sure to get out and walk among the leaves and colors and let your senses take it all in. The smell, the sight, the sound... And while you are out there, be sure to ask yourself, "Why am I here?" "What is my personal meaning in this life?" Are you waiting around for some other person, organization, or entity to define this for you? What would it be like to create this meaning for yourself? What are you waiting for? Nothing gold can stay!
Thanks to Ian Sane for the great photo