Thought for the Week

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As we watch the leaves flut­ter­ing to the ground, mark­ing the ar­rival of au­tumn, we are re­minded that na­ture’s cy­cles are re­flected in our own lives.

Au­tumn is a time for let­ting go of things that have been a bur­den.

All the re­li­gious tra­di­tions pay trib­ute to such acts of let­ting go.

Au­tumn also re­minds us of the im­per­ma­nence of ev­ery­thing.

We have ex­pe­ri­enced the bud­ding of life in spring and then the flow­er­ings and pro­fu­sions of sum­mer.

Now the leaves are fall­ing, the bare branches re­mind us of the fleet­ing na­ture of all things.

When we con­tem­plate the changes that au­tumn brings we also grow more ap­pre­cia­tive of all the beauty of na­ture that sur­rounds us.

The poet Wal­lace Stevens once said that“death is the mother of beauty”.

What those words say to us is that we cher­ish the beauty of a sun­rise, of na­ture’s sea­sons, of a re­la­tion­ship, of a child’s hug pre­cisely be­cause those things will not be around for­ever and nei­ther will we be around to en­joy them.

Au­tumn also brings home to our con­scious­ness the chal­lenge to live ev­ery day to the fullest.

In Ti­bet they say that the monks turn their teacups up­side-down be­fore they go to bed each night as a re­minder that all life is not per­ma­nent.

And then, when they wake up each morn­ing, they turn their teacups right side up again with the happy thought of“I’m still here”: a sim­ple ges­ture that is a re­minder to cel­e­brate ev­ery mo­ment of each day and make each mo­ment count for some­thing or some­one in our lives. Rev­erend Bill McMil­lan Dea­con St Colum­bkille’s Parish Church

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