A perfect fall day. The air is crisp and inviting. The Woods are alive with the sound of music. The wind is gusting at 20 mph. Leaves are in full color. A rainbow of nature’s rest time.. Soon they will blanket the Woods ground. Trees will wave their bare limbs at each other.

Leaf Peepers are driving about. Last October, Margo Jeff, MJ Aaron, and Jonathon were looking for Maine fall leaves. We found many, but none were better than the Woods. It feels like October in Maine today.

Church is good and a settlement for the spirit. The camaraderie of others on the same journey is comforting. We humans are alike. Our Halloween masks are artificial and can be removed. No matter our rhetoric, we spend most of our lives living in our heads. Fear of change mortality looks out of our eyes. We need look no further than nature for answers. Fall brings us a glorious end to a season of life. Then the winter winds blow. Is it all over for the woods? No, it is only a new beginning. So it goes for us humans. Our ride is joyful and sad. It is full of memories and heartache. We laugh and cry. We stand on the mountaintop and look down into the valley.

Sometimes our skin does not fit. We wonder if we need a new suit. We look in the mirror and do not recognize the face staring at us. Worried we were about making a living, we forgot to make a life. The new leaves will pop out of the limbs in the spring. They will think that no leaf has been there before them. They will call out with gusto to the brown leaves on the ground. ‘Where did you come from and where have you been?’ New Leaf asks. ‘I am here to change the Woods,’ New Leaf proclaims. ‘There has never been a leaf like me before,’ New Leaf laughs. ‘All give me your attention and I will show you how to be a leaf,’ New Leaf says.