The first touches of fall… cooler weather… rain instead of heat… the feeling that life is ready to explode all round me. Nature is a good reminder that everything moves in cycles. There’s no rebirth without death; there’s no autumn without summer, and when that burst of yellow and orange covers vast stretches of ground, one can almost hear the trees sing and forests sigh; one can hear a voice that’s pure, unfiltered, and a manifestation of summer letting go and making room for autumn.
I also must let go. If I don’t, nothing new or resourceful will come my way. The old will get older and stale, and it will transform each day into dull experience, used up thought, and interactions with people that twist the present out of shape.
Old memories grow dim in the light of a new day. Even the people we love find themselves in an aura of new experience. Can we recognize them? Yes, if we accept the fact that they’ve changed. They’re different from the people we knew yesterday. They offer us something new, something vital, a different way of looking at ourselves, and we must let them do it; we must let them explore their own creativity. What was…no longer is, and when we reach into the past, we always come up empty. We forget that people we love are alive and well in our hearts, even if they died years ago. If we want to visit with them, we just open our hearts, and they will greet us. It’s like summer turns to fall, like the marriage of life and death, like intertwined serpents that allow wisdom and compassion to find a home on earth. If we don’t embrace the new, both in ourselves, and the people we love, the human heart will always remain closed.