Walking through the Kent countryside this morning I was greeted by this kind of misty scene. It was exhilarating. I just love living in the County of Kent.
I am irresistibly drawn to that which is partly hidden. I’m no fan of glaring light which does nothing for form or mystery.
In the grounds of Knole House in Kent
When colour touches the inner eye of the soul it ignites health and brightness of life – that’s certainly my experience. Autumn can never be a time of gloom.
“The beauty of nature insists on taking its time. Everything is prepared. Nothing is rushed. The rhythm of emergence is a gradual, slow beat, always inching its way forward remaining faithful to itself until the new unfolds in the full confidence of true arrival.”
John O’ Donohue
Year after year, I’ve watched this tree transform itself into the beautiful colours of Autumn. The transformation happens quietly, naturally, persistently and without any kind of fuss or grunt and groan striving for perfection. It just slowly happens.
I’ve often wondered why human beings can’t transform themselves in this way as well. Change always seems to be so immensely difficult in human life. Some say we can’t change in this way, while others say we can. Which is it? Well, as Forrest Gump would say, “Maybe it’s a bit of both.”
The colours of Autumn are beautiful. Being the season of nature’s entry into death it never fails to amaze me how nature dies with such effusive expressions of colour.
In the movie “Legends of the Fall” the narrator describes Tristan’s death as a “good” death. Well, it seems to me that every year nature dies a “good” death only to awaken again with another show of colour and vibrancy, that of Spring.
Wonderful how in the process of dying or awakening nature is always effusive with colour.