09/30/2008
Change
Sometimes a melancholy sets in with change and with so much golden beauty being expressed in the trees along the path. I find myself a collector of the golden dead picking up pieces that have been shed by another. I always want to capture a moment, to hold onto it for a few moments longer than possibly is good. When I let go it is only with the aide of finger priers who keep uttering “It is for your own good, just let go.” Thank God for the people in my life who can listen to reason and who respect the letting go time when I want to hold on with a desperate grasp. I have been observing the fall changes closely, not wanting to blink for fear of missing something that I can’t get back. Something that has struck me in the change is the brilliance of the moment before the letting go, the absolute perfect beauty, as if the trees are giving this change everything they have before the resolve of quiet stillness and loss. My personal process of letting go is not so beautiful, there are often tears, laments and sometimes all out temper tantrums. Why do I fear the change so much when everything around me seems to embrace it with fullness?
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It is so wonderful to read about your experience, and in such a beautiful and expressive way. Thank you so much for sharing all of this with us! The recent photos are also so beautiful! wow.
Posted by: karen | 09/30/2008
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