What does your spiritual geography look like?

During this month, I’ve been lucky enough to have a couple
of excuses to trek from the District to Pennsylvania. I rent cars, listen to audiobooks, and survey the amazing leaves. After growing up in Florida,
where an occasional cold front counted as “winter,” the colors startle me.
The trees flash with fleeting vibrancy like the final explosions of a July
fireworks show. Then driving farther north, I notice the fallen leaves have
left us with the still beauty of bare limbs veining the blue sky.

Fall surrounds us, reminding me of all the transitions happening
within me. Just as I’ve come to appreciate how seasons transform the land, I’ve
also become aware of my internal landscape. The two seem bound together in many
ways.