In my travels, I get to meet a variety of people with incredible stories to share. This series focuses on the rare glimpses I get into other people’s lives. These stories are meant to be observations and thought-provoking, and not in anyway a judgment or criticism.
It’s a typical Fall day in Bear Creek. The branches are still holding onto their fire engine red and orange bliss foliage, even as the wind speeds by. Each leaf holding on in one last stand against the coming Winter.
The colors and symbolic resonance of Fall always fascinated me: the beautiful death setting the seed for Winter survival and Spring life.
As a part of practice for work, I try to go for a short walk at least twice a day. These brief moments stepped away from my responsibilities allows me to clear my head and revisit my challenges. If you don’t already, take a step away from your work when it gets tough. You’ll be surprised how many solutions come to you when you’re not head-deep in it.
With the onset of Fall also comes the risk of wild encounters. My office is located on the outer-rim of the city and is right next to a wooded mountainside. It isn’t unusual to run into some rabbits, deer and other exciting and cute creatures.
Running into these animals is normal, everyday occurrences. What really strikes fear are our work notifications such as this one: “Please be careful, Mama Bear is back.”