Falling.
Monday, October 20th, 2008
I am sitting here on Saturday in my cubicle at Peaceful Valley. Its getting cold outside. The ancients believed that the Great Father dies away during the fall, to lie dormant in the winter, and is reborn again in the following spring. It sure feels like that sometimes. But driving down Nevada Street, in Nevada City, while the last throws of his death rattle produce some spectacular color in the trees is an amazing sight. Some of the leaves are such a vibrant red color it looks like they are on fire. Death is not the end, but a inevitable change which lays the foundations for something adapted and new.
