I love Autumn. I was born in the fall, an autumn baby, maybe that’s why I love this time of year. I have never been into astrology, the stars or my horoscope, but maybe there is something to be said for being born at a certain time a year and loving that season. Today I walked in Maple Valley along the Cedar River, the leaves are falling and the salmon are spawning. The fish are bright red, dying and decaying. I guess that’s what the leaves are doing too, turning bright red, yellow and orange and falling to the ground: but in their death it’s bright and beautiful.
Maybe this is one of God’s way of showing us not to fear growing old, that there’s a beauty in death, that if we live a full life, complete our life cycle, near the end of our life maybe we can bring joy and happiness to those around us by showing our best colors.
It seems we’ve come to be a culture of dreading taking care of our elderly, thinking it as a burden. Instead of worrying about how to take care of our elderly maybe we could sit back and look at their bright colors; take in all that they have lived, all that they have loved, all that they have lost, all the wisdom they have gathered: the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful. Maybe if we sit back and we look at moments of their lives as leaves turning bright colors we will see their beauty. Just as I strolled down the walking path listening to the leaves quietly fall to the ground, maybe if we slow down and listen to our elderly as they stroll through their past, stroll through their wisdom, stroll through what they’ve learned in life, maybe then we will see a beauty in what they have to offer.