Thursday, November 18, 2010
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Winter is an etching,
spring a watercolour,
I’m patently not a winter person – oh, I’ve enjoyed a few snowy days and holidays here and there – mainly visiting friends and family in Niagara Falls and Toronto, but the cold isn’t in my blood .. I need the sun like a leaf needs a tree, like honey needs the bee .. and that sense of adapting to new surroundings and unfamiliar situations brings a weird and wonderful peace to me, I guess I enjoy the liminal consciousness of transition ..
Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up
What was is not and never again will be; what is is change
Continuous migration a change of the season
A past full of memory a future unknown
The spring brings hope
The autumn leaves us with memories alone
~Memory Man~ KW
My heart tells me how far I have come, the obstacles I have faced, the love I have shared and the truths I have learned .. my head reminds me of the lesson that no matter what came before there is always something else to look forward to ..