Why do I persist in thinking that if I do everything “right” Fall won’t come to me, that somehow the loss and pain are not part of this life? Why do I keep thinking I can have Fall without Winter? Can I deny that unasked for and unexpected pain/loss have arrived continually, and even in the worst season, without my deserving it, beauty, reverence and brilliance also come. How can I continually forget the scorching beauty of a world that catches me surprised again and again?
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 14:47:34 +0000