TheBanyanTree: Resplendent

[Maria Gibson]

October days, days which can't decide if they are going to be warm or 
cold.  Because it was so warm so late the leaves aren't as colorful but 
they are still falling.  They know their job is to go quietly to the 
ground and they do it well.   They fall under sky blue skies, stirring 
and scattering helplessly but not without purpose in the breeze. 


With the absence of humidity comes a clarity of air, of atoms, of self.  
Swept up into the arms of autumn, we relinquish and anticipate with 
equal abandon, licking wounds clean for a time of healing.  Browning 
grasses and blooms long withered will nourish a new season but in this 
beginning of the end that seems like lifetimes away.  This here and now 
is the best it can be.


What joy to behold a turning of the seasons!  Aging surrounds us and we 
must be still in order to appreciate that a march of time is in itself 
the gift.  Herein lie the secrets of youth and, truly, we must turn in 
our own season and abandon youth in order to know it for what it was and 
what it did.  The curling of a leaf as it attempts to leave the branch, 
the gentle release so that a journey under sky blue skies can begin and 
the stirring and scattering can commence.


October days; promise and compromise.


Maria