Fall is not my favorite season. At first, I deny the end of summer, the loss of blooms and ripe red tomatoes and roses. I leave out my porch furniture and flower-filled patio pots as long as possible. I'm not sure why but it always takes me a while to embrace it.
It's not the falling leaves, because I love to collect my favorites on my morning walks. I take them back to my studio, roll out some clay, press the leaves into it and form some plates.
It's not the rain, because I love the puddle reflections the changing autumn light creates.
It's not the fog either, because I love the shadows and softness created around the trees and sun and the whispers of mystery flowing across the lake in the park.
It's not the colors, because I love all those bright yellow and crimson leaves against the bare black branches and the gray siding of my house.
It's the fear of change. It's the loss of blooms and growing fruits and sunshine and warmth. I know I'm not alone, it's a deep-seated animalistic survival instinct we all share whether or not we want to admit it. I didn't. I hid my 'silly' fears from myself for years. But not this year.
I'm going to see not just the beauty and inspiration and celebration in the season. I'm going to trust it. Let the loss of leaves help me see the beauty of the structure beneath. Feel the cold outside as I wrap myself up in layers of soft sweaters.
I'm going to embrace Fall with faith.
Ah, there it is again, that word of the year: Faith. Who knew?