Autumn comes softly, cloaked in gold and quiet.
The light mellows; the air carries the scent of rain and woodsmoke.
Fields lie gathered, trees loosen their hold, and the world leans gently toward rest.
This is the season of turning — of harvest and surrender, of gathering in and letting go.
It invites us to pause, to breathe deeply, to listen for the whisper beneath the wind.
What in you is ripe for gathering?
What is ready to fall, to rest, to be returned to the earth?
Here, you are invited to slow your pace.
To wander, to wonder.
To let the rhythm of nature guide the rhythm of your soul.
Take your time. Sit by a window or beneath a tree.
Let colour, scent, and sound draw you deeper into presence.
There is no task to complete, no right way to begin — only the invitation to be.
To notice God’s quiet work within you, as steady and tender as autumn light.
May this retreat be a gentle resting place —
a sanctuary of stillness and renewal.
May you find in each falling leaf a whisper of grace,
and in the turning of the season, the reminder
that you, too, are held in Love’s faithful rhythm.