The things that make the seasons beautiful throughout the year are the original face of ourselves.
The life force that enables us to breathe a certain number of times a minute even while asleep is the same as the power that makes the autumn leaves turn red.
–Kodo “Homeless” Sawaki Roshi (1880-1965)
October, here’s to you. Here’s to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the winey smell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell of hickory nuts, and the nostalgic whiff of that first wood smoke.
–Ken Weber, in Providence Journal-Bulletin
Season of Bliss
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
–Emily Bronte (1818-1848)
Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.