Never an October dawning arrives that I don't revel in how much I adore this time of the year. Looking outside today it seems overnight the Creeping Virginia along the fence turned to a crimson cascade. No more Bluebirds or Robins calling and fluttering around and the last of the butterflies, the Monarch, are long gone. I'm always wanting this month to linger a little bit longer than the other months. It's strange, but for years I always send out a wish that this not be my last October. Today, I'm going to be with my mom. She's having emergency surgery to remove a cancerous mass. Once again life offers an unexpected hard look at mortality. I've been thinking how much discussion there is on living but how much lack of discussion there is on death. And yet, year after year, passing of one season to the next, dawn to dusk, all of creation whispers to us the beauty of life and death and the transformation of and within it's continuation. From the moment of birth we, all living beings, embark on the journey of living and dying, hand in hand, together is life and death. Maybe this intrigues me because I've been in the arms of death and of life, and I believe with all my existence, that I have always been and will always be. I don't know who's quote this is in my little art piece above but it simply states my soul's desire, to let my life, my existence of life and death be a prayer, unbroken communion with my Great God.
Do my thoughts feel heavy?
What are your thoughts?
Does this spark thought?
Does this spark fear?
Life Remains Beautiful xox
Do my thoughts feel heavy?
What are your thoughts?
Does this spark thought?
Does this spark fear?
Life Remains Beautiful xox