Beauty in Time Passing

At this time of year, the dying can be so beautiful. The scarlet maple leaves, the golden hue of the aspen, the burnt umber of the grasses in the meadow bowing like monks at prayer. To find beauty in time passing is the reason d'être. If we hasten, we miss it. Slow down, endure where you are, savor the way time creeps by.

Linger and take the world in through your senses. When we cease the rush and scramble, everything appears steady and true. The world will no doubt barrel ahead, rocking and rolling, careening through time. Underneath the spin is a great stillness and silence. Let it in!

~ Tias Little