Abundance

As Fall beckons, I try to spend as much time outside as possible before the weather snaps. What wonders this changing world holds! All I need to do is to sit quietly outside (as quietly as I can while Ellis is by my side sniffing around and chasing every moving thing), and the world comes to me in abundance. 

Today, I watched a colony of bees gathering up nectar as heartily as they could from the remaining patches of goldenrod. The woods hummed with their gentle buzz as they flitted from one stem to the next. What do I look like to them? An intruder? An observer? A co-conspirator?

Then I spotted a dark-eyed junco up in the trees. It watched me with its hooded head cocked to one side. "What is your purpose?" I wondered needlessly. 

Their purpose? To provide a cycle of continual, natural life. To force us to stop and appreciate, even for just a moment, the abundance of treasures presented to us, but only if we take the time to do so. You can rush through life and never see glorious things, or you can stop, pause, breathe, and listen. That's really all you have to do...