Thursday, September 29, 2016

The Beauty of Fall

“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.”=-Henry Beston

“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” - Jim Bishop

The Continual Beauty of the Fall

    Autumn 2016 came  into the Northern Hemisphere on Thursday, September   22 at 10:21 AM.  At that time summer officially ended and our Hemisphere will   gradually moved into that time of shorter hours of daylight, cooler weather, the   movement of butterflies, birds and other wildlife species across state lines and   continents, and the slow, steady emergence of remarkable shades of color on     thousands of trees, flowers, and shrubs. I love fall. It is very special to me.       

     This region has approximately equal amounts of time in each of the four seasons and that means that each year I get to see fall come in and fully watch it make its slow and glorious march towards winter. As a walker, hiker, and        birder I have the time to fully take in and experience the changes just as they    happen: to delight in how this one street, a particular yard, tree or garden         makes its way through this cycle yet again. Fall is magical to me; it always        re-awakens my joy in my surroundings and my sense of the miraculous. I am     grateful that we get to have a full three months of this phenomenon. I treasure  this season.                                                                                                  
    It was not always like this for me. When I was a kid fall meant primarily back to school, and that was sometimes good and sometimes bad. It also meant the end of the regular baseball season, and as a life-long Phillies fan, that was usually a blessing. It also meant the drama and excitement of the World Series and then the start of professional football. There was also Halloween and trick or treat and my November birthday. That was the fall of my younger days. Of course a lot of that schedule has changed over the years-the baseball and football seasons have expanded to ridiculous lengths, so what seemed like a logical a link between the seasons of the year and the sports being played is long gone. And I haven’t gone trick or treating in decades, although I totally enjoy the giving out of treats on Halloween and the wonderful way my Mt. Airy neighborhood goes all out in decorating the houses and yards for the holiday. And my birthday? Aside from the Mermaid gig each year I like a quiet unspectacular observance. So while fall had a number of things that definitely recommended itself to me in my younger days, it had not really been a “special” time to me. It was nice, but not “special.” But that all changed one October when I was 20 on a trip to visit friends in Rhode Island. That trip totally changed my thoughts about and my relation to the fall.
   I was taking the old Penn Central rail line from Philly to Providence, RI.  A few seats in front of me was a couple that was apparently super-excited about the trip. They kept getting out of their seats, walking to one side of the train and then the other, and looking out the windows and “oohing” and “ahhiing.” I watched this for a bit and was mystified. It was just a train trip, after all; what was the big deal???  I then went up to them and asked what was going on; why were they going through all of this running around and looking out the windows? The man looked at me and said, “We’re from Los Angeles. This is our first time East-we have never seen fall before!  We read about it and saw some photos, but this is our first time actually seeing it! It is incredible!” Just then the train was crossing the Connecticut River. Looking down the view that hit our eyes was an unbelievable riot of all different shades of orange, red, green, and yellow. And through their eyes-their newness and amazement with fall- I suddenly woke to a new appreciation of the season.  It hit me like a sledgehammer-this is what fall was.  And I haven’t looked back since.

    That trip started my revised relationship with autumn. I spent the rest of the train ride marveling at the beauty outside the train window, and by the time I reached Providence I was hooked on fall. I then became a camper, and a few years later, a birdwatcher/ hiker. The “miracleness “of fall had become more and more a part of my life. I began to really appreciate what William Penn did when he designed the city as a “Greene countrie Town,” with its vast array of trees and parks. Walking in different parts of Fairmount Park and in tree-filled cemeteries became normal in October and November.  So did taking little trips to the suburbs and the country to see the colors on the trees. I went out to Longwood Gardens, and Curtis and Awbury Arboretums. I went on hay rides and out to apple orchards. Autumn had become something for me to enjoy and immerse myself in. It had become another vital way for me to connect to the world around me.

   I still revel in the fall. My wife and will go camping near some Wildlife Refuges in Maryland in a little while and track part of the Southern hawk migration, just as we did last year. I will take more early morning walks all through Mt Airy, Germantown and Chestnut Hill, taking in the gardens and some of my favorite Japanese and other maple trees  and watching them as they change.  I will visit a few cemeteries such as Woodlawn in West Philly and Laurel Hill in Hunting Park and walk the grounds.  And I will feel all the beauty and express gratitude and amazement as I once again realize what this world presents me with—the gifts that are there just waiting for me when I take the time to notice and appreciate them. Happy Autumn, everyone. Enjoy and experience the beauty and wonder of the mid-Atlantic fall.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Chance, Stumbling and Life


“What if?” and “If this had happened rather than that…”- always two great ways to start a story.”  writer Lawrence Block

“I think there is often a 'what if'” proposition that gets me thinking about all my novels" writer John Irving

    I was having a cup of coffee with some friends a few mornings ago, and somehow the subject of our conversation turned to “What if.” and “If only this had happened.” One person started talking about it, but it quickly involved all of us. It became a fascinating and somewhat intense conversation that had all of us looking back at our lives and the various ways we got to where we are. We all started talking about choices we had made in our lives, some of the ways those choices had affected us, and ways they led us to who and where we are today. This is something that is often in the back of my mind, but I don’t regularly talk about it out loud, so it was great to share ideas and thoughts about this with a few friends. Some of it was a little painful and humbling, of course; most of us easily mentioned choices which we now regretted and wish we hadn’t made. We all embarrassed ourselves a bit when we shared some of those things. But we were also able to recall a couple of choices that turned out to be very good and important ones-major ones in leading us to who we became and how we turned out. In some cases these were conscious choices- things that we did willingly in response to a situation that presented itself. It could have been responses to situations parents gave us, things friends faced us with, or something that life unexpectedly threw at us. We had to make choices, and we consciously did. In other cases, though, there were a lot of decisions we made without really thinking about them or realizing what we were doing. At the time we just made them, and we were totally unaware of how important they would turn out to be. Some of those were choices that had long range effects, for better or for worse, but we were totally unaware of that at the time. There were definitely a lot of those occurrences in my life, and it was interesting to reflect on the effect some of those decisions had on my life.

   This led to ideas of ‘chance” and “fate.” Were the things that happened to us just the result of coincidence, or was there some force or power guiding and planning things? Or was there some mixture of both? This was especially fascinating for me, because some of the most meaningful and important things in my life seem to have “just happened”; I seemed to have just stumbled into them, followed where they took me, and, BOOM-I was somewhere else. These things did not come from my planning or intention; they happened and my life changed. Teaching, for example. I did not set out to be a teacher. I did a guest seminar on Jazz and the Literature of the Harlem Renaissance for a professor friend’s freshman lit class at Temple in the early 1970’s. There were a couple of high school kids auditing that class, and they invited me to give that seminar at their high school. I gave that and a few other seminars at that high school, got to meet the kids and other teachers, and suddenly, somehow, before I knew it, I had quit my regular job and become an underpaid part-time English and history teacher, something it turned out that I was quite good at and thoroughly loved. And it took off from there; that was my career for some 38 years. I just stumbled into it, and it was one of the greatest stumbles of my life.

  Likewise visiting the Art Museum as a junior high and high school student led to some major changes in other aspects of my life. I started going to the museum with some friends to see art by Black artists and modern masters such as Henry O. Tanner and Pablo Picasso, but I also stumbled onto French impressionism, and in particular, the seaside and country road scenes painted by artists such as Pissarro, Monet, and especially, Eugiene Boudin. This was totally new to me, and something about the way they painted the sky and trees just captured this kid. I would return again and again to the museum to look at, study and bask in those wonderful paintings. When some of them were moved or temporarily taken down, I was upset. When they were restored, I was excited. It was those paintings that led me to become fascinated by clouds and weather and skies: to start looking up and out at the natural world. And I am sure they were a big part of what led me to birdwatching, hiking and surprisingly, camping. Somehow this row- house raised, urban, West Philadelphia kid has been a camper and birder for nearly half a century. Looking back, I have to say that it a lot of it got started with stumbling onto Boudin, Pissaro and those amazing trees and skies.

  So that morning coffee conversation was a great experience for me, and I think for all of us. I know it was good for me to take the time to look back, think about how I got to where I am now, and to marvel and be grateful for the many twists, turns and plans, both successfully carried out and not, that have helped me get to where I am. And it definitely made me more aware of and appreciative of unexpectedness and chance and the roles they play and have played in my life. Often people in US culture like to think that for the most part we are pretty much in control of our lives-we lay out our goals, go to the right schools, invest wisely, marry the right person, envision and plan for retirement, etc, etc, etc. And those things we plan definitely make a difference, no doubt about it.  They put into place many of the things that play a part in our lives; I was able to retire when I did in part because I planned for it. But if we take a careful and as dispassionate as possible look at the whole of our lives, we have to acknowledge that a lot of our lives took place way beyond our plans and way outside our control. We were affected by things both beneath and beyond our consciousness.  And they have affected us as much as if not more than our plans. I believe we need to notice that and appreciate it-to know that much of our world and our lives are really beyond our control and that is not scary. That is relaxing and refreshing for me. It is important for me to know that I am not in total control of everything, and that I do not have to be in total control. If I can let go of that need to have control, then I can get to be aware of and enjoy coincidence, surprise and chance. And stumbling. They have already often provided some much better things than I would have had I been making all thew plans, and they may very well do it again. “What if?  "If this had happened rather than that?”  There can be a lot of beauty and wonder hidden within those phrases if we just give them a chance to play out
(here is a link to the complete works of Eugene Boudin: