The trees speak the language, as they drop their leaves. So beautiful, in all their rich autumnal colours, eventually making their descent to the earth, below. They do not hold on, as it is time to let go.
The flowers that have graced us with their parade of colours, have let go of their blossoms, to rest until their next seasons, as to gift us, once again.
Even the sky takes on a different cast, as if saying 'good-bye' to the bright azure blues, we have known in earlier months.
The birds are flocking, as they prepare for their long Journey to a distant, warmer, climate. This is perhaps one of my favourite sights, of the Season. It is truly a thing of beauty. It is also one of the saddest, as I watch them disappear into the grey sky, of Autumn. I am amazed by their ability to follow their course, so swiftly and steadily. I am equally saddened to know the perils that lay ahead of them.
Perhaps, this is a Season that can lead us into a deeper understanding of 'letting go'. Its necessity, its process, and purpose, in the rhythm of all aspects of life.
Unlike the human condition, Nature is not prone to sentimentality, other emotions, or mindsets. It is practical, and follows a path. If that path is altered, it will usually readjust, as to follow its own natural course. There is no questioning or analyzing, only a definiteness of purpose.
Nature is honest. It speaks the truth of its circumstances, whether we like it or not. No matter.
Nature is guided by hope. A hope that for everything that must diminish, something new will take its place...
In my years, it has been difficult for me to understand, and accept, the language of 'letting go.' Now, I realize, it is a necessary part of the Journey. ~A path that is not misguided, as I once believed, but one that is traveled with a definitive Hope...
~ Posted on 30 September, 2015
30 September, 2015