Monday, September 20, 2010

Feels Like Forgiveness


Well, this is a new one for me: a blog entry inspired by a few random words I threw together simply as a Facebook status update.

The other day, I posted online that I was in love with the crisp, cool weather that happened to be outside that particular morning here in Columbia, SC. (Keep in mind that today as I type this, the expected high is supposed to be in the upper 90’s. God apparently has a bipolar angel in charge of the temperature settings). I noted that I love the weather in the Fall, because to me, the Fall feels like forgiveness.

Feels like forgiveness. One simple turn of a phrase that apparently stuck a chord with a number of my friends, both in real life and those I know virtually.

Why does the Fall feel like forgiveness to me? Is it because of the fact that when the weather does start to cool down, your senses become a little clearer, and the crispness in the air just heightens your awareness of the world around you, as if everything around you just feels a little more Psalm 51-ish?  Could it be that because by the time the weather begins to change after the Summer Solstice, that Christmas – the ultimate symbol of the beginning of the cycle of forgiveness and redemption – is just around the corner? Is it because when the weather is finally getting out of its sauna-like end of the spectrum that I have some kind of sensory memory that hearkens to back when I was in high school, and the number of times I listened to Phil Keaggy’s Beyond Nature over and over again, marveling at the beauty of his artistry and in awe of the God who gave him this gift? 

Maybe that last one is just me, but I always "hear" Phil Keaggy playing when I see leaves falling. 

Maybe it’s also because of the fact that my personal cycle in nature has become so attuned to the academic calendar that to me, the Fall is always the start of a new year. To me, things in nature do not die in the Fall; they simply enter the cycle of renewal. So many times, we use Spring as the allegory of rebirth, oftentimes at the expense of remembering when the renewal began. It’s not always about the destination (or the pretty new flowers that bloom up) as much as it is the journey. 

We start anew by shedding the old.


It falls off.

To walk outside...feel the cool breeze...to see the leaves starting to turn and fall...autumn always makes me feel so...refreshed. Renewed. Peaceful.

Fall feels like forgiveness to me. 


1 comment:

brittany said...

and it's funny how sometimes forgiveness can hurt just as much as the chill from the cold air of incoming winter can hurt. but then spring comes and reveals new growth and brings healing.