The Happiness of Reverie
Here in the northern hemisphere, today is the first day of autumn. The hours of darkness and daylight balance in a perfect yin and yang, and the mood of the whole world seems to change.
We have seen it coming, of course. School buses dot the highways, flocks of geese honk noisily from their great V’s in the sky. The shops are full of winter wear and hints that the year’s trail of holidays—Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas–is about to begin. We have begun to change our menus and to shift our loyalties from baseball to football teams.
But today it’s official: it’s autumn, spectacular autumn, with its grand hoorah of perfect weather and its paintbrush full of dazzling hues. It’s the time of harvest, the seasons’ crown.
And it’s also summer’s end, and the beginning of the time of turning inward. It bears the fragrance of fallen leaves and the first wisps of wood fires. It carries with it a note of farewell that evokes a touch of nostalgia. Walking in its beauty, our minds are led to reverie. Bits of golden memories drift down our thoughts like the leaves softly falling all around us.
Autumn is a perfect time for reflecting on the past, for savoring the people and events who have contributed to our lives’ colors, for harvesting the rich memories of the times that brought us joy. In the rush and tumble of our everyday lives, our focus is so riveted on the future – on meeting the next demand, on getting to the next appointment – that we forget to remember the gifts that memory holds. Walking in autumn can cure that. Let it, and discover the beautiful treasures hidden in your memory’s store. Indulge yourself in the happiness of reverie. It satisfies, and it makes you whole.
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