When the seasons change, nature redefines itself. It dies. It is reborn. It embraces the change – it never stands still. If we could adapt just a little bit of this to our own rhythm of life, I’m sure it would be less painful and more healing…
When the leaves turn from green to brown, the trees shine in all sorts of colours and remind us that there is beauty in every phase of life, in every state of mind, in every heart of yours and of mine. When the sky turns from blue to grey, and the birds slowly find their way south, taking all the melodies with them, our thoughts get darker and our days get tougher, being happy is a challenge sometimes, I know.
But take a moment to stand still, look around you and feel the heaviness of the air, the clouds came closer to wrap around your shoulders, like a blanket, and breathe in and feel you are still breathing and breathe out and feel you are still feeling and then look into my eyes and believe me when I say, everything’s gonna be ok – and then follow me through the park and listen to the sound of nature and my heartbeat in sync with yours and sit down next to me on the bench underneath the chestnut tree and hold my hand while I read my favourite poems to you:
Autumn Is A State Of Mind – Sandra Fowler
I feel the gray rain falling in my mind.
Crying becomes a thousand leaves outlined.
My eyes are mesmerized by red sumac.
A touch of pewter shines against my back.
The autumn smells of apples in my hair.
The smoke of silence strips the light from air.
I taste a lemon memory of cold skies.
Frost writes your name across my closed eyes.
Copyright, Sandra Fowler, 2006
Herbsttag – Rainer Maria Rilke
Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß.
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,
Und auf den Fluren laß die Winde los.
Befiehl den letzten Früchten voll zu sein;
Gib ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,
Dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage
Die letzte Süße in den schweren Wein.
Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
Wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
Und wird in den Alleen hin und her
Unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.
These lovely autumn pictures where taken by the immensely talented Theresa Hauff (in the Viktoriapark in Berlin) who always inspires me with her ideas and impresses me with her view for the beauty all around us and within ourselves. If you like what you see, show her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theresahauffphotography/ !