And suddenly there’s beauty.
And this is Autumn: reams and reams of gold spun on green and I am rich as I gather with my eyes. It’s right there, between two lots of the ordinary. Between houses and a trophy shop…behind a photographer’s studio. If I look close enough, I can see there used to be something else there. A house? A barn? Are these memories of the time when this land thrummed with the riches of farm and pasture? These remnants of decay—long-forgotten—blink at me now through a pollen haze. I wonder what it was and how it must have filled this space.
And when did beauty fill the gap?
I wonder at how the passing of time can cover so many things. How long does it take for emptiness to fill? And how does beauty move in so silently, so quiet-like and with such grace? It’s the way the world turns—that slow spin from one season to the next. The whole earth a grace story.
Let your empty be filled today. Open your arms wide for grace. Let beauty enter in. The seeds are preparing for the long sleep…waiting for light to grow.