Soul Season

I love the changing of the colors!

To me, it's Soul Season.

The leaves are finally turning here in California and Autumn is aglow...This is the view of the backyard Birch tree looking down from our school room window last week...Some of the leaves are actually still green.

Fast forward to this week...

  The same window and the burst of golden color is glorious...No more green leaves!

Our Mary garden annuals are fading but a red rose still blooms...

(Can you see her on the bottom right, tucked under the tree)?

I'm enjoying the color so much that I don't want to rake up the leaves!

I never get tired of looking at them:)

I wrote this poem last year and I dug it up to share again this year.

Seasons of the Soul

Brilliantly, leaves change color right before they fall, signaling Christ's blazing love, one last time.

Then they are finished and go back into the dust.

But they will come again...

Until then we are left with bare trees, colder temperatures, and darker days.

It is time to hunker down and examen our own nakedness and sin.

A time to root out all that does not lead us to God. 

We may suffer through the dimness but we have hope in the light.

Springtime is ahead, like the hope of heaven.

We need only to wait patiently and keep the faith,

For the promise of new life.

The resurrection illuminates the seasons of our soul.

This is the most gorgeous place in town...Our Parish Fatima Shrine in Fall bloom. It's my favorite place to visit and soak my soul before the darkness of winter sets in.

It's beyond beautiful, just like Our Lady, Mother of Our Savior.  

As she beckons us to come closer, this bold and brilliant grove of trees lead the way...

Isn't it amazing?
And fitting that she be the vessel to reveal God's glory all around her...

We are so blessed with such beauty and grace, here in this place.