It was supposed to be a stunning year for fall foliage, but I wouldn’t really know, having willingly missed much of it in the daze into which I’ve intentionally sunk. It’s difficult to be mindful when there are so many things to be worried and concerned about – and then I remind myself it is precisely at such times that is is so imperative to practice mindfulness. And I try again, walking amid the leaves, pausing to bend down and study any that call out with their color or design.
From here on out, strong and saturated color will largely be drained from the outside world. Browns and grays and faded greens will be all that is left. For now, finding solace in the fallen leaves will have to be enough.
