How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. (John Burroughs)
As we think of this season, our spirits are touched by it beauty, that riotous burst of red, orange, yellow and green. We rejoice that the doldrums of summer are over, but the hardships of winter are still in the future. For some it also holds a hint of sadness, that another year has just about slipped away. We wonder what we have to show for it. I try to remember that yesterday is a memory and tomorrow is a dream. I found this quote in one of my readings--The art of life is to live in the present moment, and to make that moment as perfect as we can by the realization that we are the instruments and expression of God Himself. The best way to prepare for tomorrow is to make today all that it should be. (Emmet Fox) I wish to live the best today that I can.
