restlessness of autumn?

I am truly longing



for some peace of mind as I wander through these months of autumn.

I wonder if this restless soul of mine is sensing any of the same restlessness to which Sue Grafton refers: "I've never known anyone yet who doesn't suffer a certain restlessness when autumn rolls around... We're all eight years old again and anything is possible."

Or does it lean toward some other stirrings of unrest?



Perhaps I lean toward the thoughts of Buddha:
"This existence of ours is as transient as Autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lightning in the sky. Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain."

Uhmmm ~ at times I feel like dancing in the autumn shower of leaves



or just resting upon nature's rich autumn carpet.



Yet other times I feel the heaviness of contemplation



I attempt some playfulness



with my left hand or an almost comical sketch of dog people.



Suddenly the richness of autumn confronts me.



I remember ~ and try to listen to the symphony, as suggested by Bonaro W. Overstreet:
"October is a symphony of permanence and change."



looking for that symphony




Hoping that, on this day, your restlessness will be more that of an enthusiastic eight year old and less that of an overly contemplative emotionally challenged artist.