It is the season for low slanting sunlight, the silent message all living creatures are attuned to. Summer is past, winter will come. The wheel of the year turns.
Live each day, each moment, each breath fully, for the cycle of the year teaches us that all physical things change – nothing you can see, touch, taste, hear, smell, hold in your hand is permanent. Even the rocks beneath your feet will erode away. The huge trees that shade and shelter you will grow old and decline as young trees take their place in the canopy.
You too are an integral part of the wheel of life.
Can you let go of what was once true about you and accept the realty of your now? Perhaps you still expect to see a physically beautiful young adult looking back from your mirror, but instead see a gray haired grandparent…
Beneath the physical aspect of our reality – which so many of you seem so attached to – lies your indestructible spirit and that, my dear will never grow old, never die.