
Autumn smells are more vivid than ever as well. I was in the parking lot of an assisted living center last week and smelled leaves and cinnamon - just a spicey aroma emanating from somewhere. As I neared the building, there was a stronger scent that evoked pumpkin pies or apple strudel and memories of youthful autumns flashing through my mind. At that moment I realized that October had not been the cause of my angst these past thirty+ years. Attitude had played a large part in carving the sorrow I've felt for so long.
Time to put a happier face on this ol' pumpkin! Rejoice in the day the Lord hath made! As I remember the losses of Octobers past, I will blend in the beauty, the experiences, the joys that formed there too. Stir in a little cinnamon, and it's all good!
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