It is a mellow day, very gentle. The ash has lost its leaves and when I went out to get the mail and stopped to look up at it, I rejoiced to think that soon everything here will be honed down to structure. It is all a rich farewell now to leaves, to color. I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep. Eliot's statement comes back to me these days:
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still."
Does anything in nature despair except man?
Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain.
Sit it out.
Let it go.
Sit at the waters edge and gaze upon the majesty of The One who is in control.
