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 My heart hungers for something beyond the touch of human hands or the sight of human eyes, beyond the senses to what the soul can feel. Year after year I see the leaves change, see them fall...I hear the rushing of not-yet-fallen leaves in the wind and rustle of dead leaves under my feet. This I know. Why, then, do I return to wonder every year, as if the whole show never was performed before my eyes? Even more, I become consumed when I am a player in this unfolding drama. I, too, change. I, too, am creation. To fully experience the autumn is to observe and to live and become lost in the mystery. It is one of those moments I know I'm alive.
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About Megan Ross
I'm a Lutheran in my fourth year of the M.A. Transforming Spirituality program (MATS), working part-time going to school part-time. At 27, I'm probably one of the younger students at the School of Theology and Ministry.
More about me: Runner; Writer; Traveler; Lover of music, coffee, good food, dark beer, nature, and God; Theologian; deeply spiritual; future diaconal minister of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, and recently consecrated in the Lutheran Deaconess Association.
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