I wasn’t able to attend InScribe’s Fall Conference. That was a loss for me. However, Charity Mongrain let me know I was named the winner of an InScribe award.
True story. I have own only two awards for my writing. Both times I was not able attend the conference. Now I face a dilemma – the next time I enter a contest, should I stay away or show up? Advice solicited.
As I have not attended any recent conferences I offer you an ode to my favorite season. Autumn.
A change is in the air.
It’s in the breeze, in the trees, inside each and every one of us. And somewhere, not far off, the smoke of backyard firepits is seasoning the darkening sky.
Each year October arrives all bluster and invites us to stay outside and enjoy a few more days of color and light. Some deem the season after summer in the prairies as “fall.” I like the eastern term, “autumn.”
All too quickly, leaves change color and fall to the ground, where they await to be raked into clear plastic bags or bonfires. In autumn we go back to school, back to work, and back to the future.
Our beach chairs were packed away while envisioning next summer’s dreams. We unpack our woollen socks. In autumn we stop to watch the trees and their painted leaves. We watch the skies for geese and listen for rain. We settle into long pants, sturdy boots and trusty raincoats. This time of year, we remember our love for pumpkin spice in lattes and pies. We purchase bushels of apples and bake with buckets of cinnamon.
Each year, autumn reminds us to return to routines that anchor our lives in time. We relive glory days. We gather together in football stadiums, and around October tables. In the shadow of shortening days we retell tales of gridiron glory and harvest bounty.
Autumn is the story of life, of how endings follow beginnings and time always leads to new beginnings. Autumn gives us a better perspective on the full story of our lives – discovery and loss; sacrifice and surprise; an eternal rhythm that keeps us whole.
This autumn, harvest all the light and life, and goodness that you can. Embrace the season for all its worth before the winds of winter begin to billow.
I am a recovering perfectionist who collects Coca-Cola memorabilia and drinks iced tea. My walls are adorned with our sons’ framed football jerseys, and my bookshelves, with soul food.
I write to grow hope, inspire people to be real, forge an authentic faith in Jesus, and discover their life purpose.
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