Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
Fall colors flash and burn with yellows and reds, oranges like flags, their dead or dying leaves spark pleasure in our eyes, pour their colors out like cash unmeasured into yards and eaves and flower beds, drop their gold into the thirsty sky, fling wide their treasures.
Why don't I? What would it be to live with this wild, brilliant generosity, this free release, this warmth, this depth of color, joy, and loss?
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Beauty, with the precipitation of things falling out of our lives, not in, as the season's bright allure, once accumulated and condensed, now dissipates, leaving us the gentle loveliness of letting go.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net