Looking to the Canopy for Perspective.

The changing of the seasons, wherever I may live in the world, always brings me solace. To notice the budding of a branch or the decay of leaves on the ground, evokes a solemn comfort that renewal is at work without us, and that from death, life will come again.

We are mere leaves on the trees, bursting out, flourishing for a short time before returning to the earth. Filling our communities with vibrancy, but inevitably serving our term and falling away for the cycle of life to continue without us. One cannot be afraid of something so natural and unconscious. In every moment we are living, in every moment we are dying. Our existence brings color and joy, our absence allows space for new growth.

I am grateful for the sun I felt, I look forward to the warm earth welcoming me back for I have served my time and smiled my way along the branches of my life.