“And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.”
Henry David Thoreau
”Birds, just like the leaves, tend to vanish in the fall heading for something new. The birds will come back to start their new generations while the leaves break down and feed the forest that supports the birds.
The circle of life I suppose.”
Fall finally arrived here.
It actually kind of felt like winter but … what the heck … it was our first cold weather so I will call it Fall.
The onset of Fall gave me a chance to us one of my favorite pictures of all time <Joel Robison is the photographer> where he also included his quote <above>.
I love the thought of the cycle of, and in, life.
I love the fact that in one simple piece of photography we are reminded that Life <the bigger Life around us> is never linear … it is circular.
And when reminded of that … why would we ever think our own life <the smaller more personal ‘I’ life> is linear?
We constantly circle upon things we do, don’t do, think & don’t think. Our ideas & thoughts live and die. The winds of time blow above and below and around where things happen to us almost as randomly as leaves blowing in the wind.
I say that to be poetic … but to make a point.
While cycles & circles seem so nice and neat … Life is certainly not nice and neat. It is more like the swirling chaotic leaves in a brisk autumn breeze. I say that because a wind can lift you, buffet you … and drive you down.
Life can be treacherous that way.
It pays to remember in the beauty of Fall leaves resides treachery – the treachery of beautiful death. For in our jumping in piles of leaves, the beautiful rich & royal hues and crinkling of leaves underfoot we sometimes forget we are brushing lightly against the hand of death.
Death cloaked in a beautiful crisp robe encouraging us to enjoy relief from the smothering heat of summer. All Death is doing is distracting us from the more dangerous treacherous aspects of the cycle of Life.
“In the life of the soul, the emotions, there are these undertows, these treacherous downward forces.”
Leaves grow anew.
Lively green replaces the remaining emptiness of leaves days gone by.
But it is there in which resides the ultimate treachery.
Life suggests to us “accept the beautiful death for it is just a cycle in which Life will return.”
It doesn’t always work that way.
Beautiful birds can leave and never come back.
Beautiful leaves can fall and never come back.
Beautiful seasons can … well … stop rolling.
Fall is a tricky time.
The birds will come back to start their new generations while the leaves break down and feed the forest that supports the birds.
The circle of life I suppose.
That’s what I thought today as I thought about one of my favorite pictures of all time.
Oh. Yeah. Happy Halloween and, remember, it is supposed to be fun.