- Buddha
Nothing is perfect, nothing is finished, and nothing lasts
- Japanese concept of wabi-sabi
I started this post on a beautiful fall day in Toronto, about a week ago. On that Friday, it was warm enough that weathercasters were using the phrase "unseasonably warm temperatures" a lot. Our happy enjoyment of the warm breeze had a shadow side to it: the thought that maybe climate change was responsible...that darker days are coming and that the beauty may not last. Meanwhile...
Over coffee, a friend confided that she does love the messed-up guy who can't be fully present for her...
A woman leaves her job in the midst of a conflict she is unable to resolve...
An artist recognizes that her career may never bear fruit the way she had hoped...
A caregiver comes to terms with her elderly friend's decline and acknowledges her own limitations.
Meanwhile leaves fall from the trees today: graceful golden pages against a blue sky, numerous and silent, falling without fanfare. No one loss more particularly sad than another, and piling up in crunchy ways that are strangely satisfying in their abundance. The losses add up to something both sad and reassuring, and we can't avoid walking through them.
Over coffee, my friend remarks that so many stories do not end neatly...perhaps are never really finished.
Another leaf gracefully falls through blue sky.
My song, "Pile of Leaves"
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