Est pabulum animorum contemplatio naturae.
(M. Tullius Cicero, Academicae quaestiones 127)

The contemplation of nature is food for the human being.

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Comment: In Georgia right now (at least Atlanta and northwards) the
veracity of the proverb is not in question. Even a quick, cursory
drive almost overwhelms anyone who can take in the colors of autumn
leaves. They are colors for which "orange, yellow, red, etc" do not
do justice.

But, any aspect of nature is worth our contemplation. The darker side
as well as the brighter side. Today at sunset begins an ancient
Celtic festival known as Samhain (pronounced Sow-wen) in which the
veil between worlds thins, and people are invited to reflect on their
lives, the beginning and the ending, on ancestors, on the land, on the
falsehood of polarizations that our culture seems to thrive on; that there is, finally no us and them. Only "us. It is inner work, this
contemplation.

May we all find a little space for ourselves in these days when the
veil thins, to feed our lives.