As summer makes it’s final hurrah and kids start back to school, September has always felt like the beginning of the end to me. It’s the start of the last quarter of the year, it’s the season that takes us from color and warmth, to colder days, longer nights. That’s not always a bad thing, just different. I love each and every season, but if I had to choose one, it would be Autumn. That in-between season takes the earth from the heat of the sun and the life of the trees and flowers, and changes them in one final burst of glorious reds, oranges, yellows, browns and sienna’s and gently buries them back into the earth to hibernate, sleep and get rested for the next season that will bring them life again. So the cycle goes. New birth, vibrant life, waning moments and death. The great cycle of life. Death, burial and resurrections.
I wonder if we could ask the trees if they want to live forever, what their answer would be. I am fairly certain that it would be far different from us humans. The wise oak tree would say, “my roots grow deep and true, and the branches that spring forth from me carry the leaves that give shade and protection to the earth. But after giving shade and protection for a season, they know they’ve done their part and it’s time to let go. They fall to the earth, knowing that one day soon, their seeds will grow once again and bud on the branches in the Spring, and the next generation will provide shelter, shade, beauty and protection to those who sit under her. We are okay with time we’re given…we do our part, play our role, and let go when the season is right so we can go back into the ground, and come back again. So don’t fear when you see the tree with no leaves and the harsh winter that keeps the harvest buried for a time. It won’t always be like that. We’ll be back.”
Just thinking out loud.
Pam
Pam Torres | Author 