Watching your "child-adult" leave home, knowing they & you are saying good bye to what is and uncertain of the adult who will return to only visit... does this.
As we come to terms with endings we eventually see that a beginning beckons us into its new space and reality and eventually we become familiar with what seems so natural.
I, like many who live in this wonderful province recognize that seasons change and I for one am happy when the end of one and beginning of the next is blurred rather than abrupt. It is difficult to let summer go with its warmth, colours, and friendship... and yet... well my thoughts have blurred so I will leave you with a poem that has traveled with me since 1975 along with some recent photos of my favourite summer spot.
The rhythm of change is the heartbeat of life.
Unceasingly the seasons turn.
Spring green yields to summer sun,
then fades to autumn gold.
Nature insists upon her cycle of
destruction and renewal,
transformation and evolution.
Am I not also a creature of change?
I must acknowledge birth and death, joy and pain
-my seasons of the soul.
What lovely images of summer. I too am sad to see her go.
ReplyDeleteThat is a very beautiful poem Laurel, did you write it? I'd like a copy!
ReplyDeleteAs you know I've experienced some abrupt endings these past few week but I'm trusting that I'm going to see the newness of this season too.
Grace and peace to you.
Carmen
Carmen - I didn't write it but "found it" when I was in Ethiopia years ago and have carried it with me in my small new testament which I purchased there in Addis Ababa on my birthday:)
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