Everything is changing. From startlingly cool nights, we're back to summer's moderation. Last night I heard rumbles of thunder. In my poetry class, my students picked an inanimate object and transformed it into something else--from nails to memories, their poems were original and playful. Outside there is a metamorphosis in progress. From green to the wild jewels of autumn, I witness; we all witness.
Last weekend we went to a wedding in Vermont--friends of our children. Behind the bride and groom, the green mountains just beginning to invite color. There was music, all manner of dress, frivolity and cupcakes. Last night an old friend called to share that she is blissfully in love. So change continues to wield power and love moves forward with a purposeful stride, in any weather.
Change is a way we remain fluid and creative. Our fear is the same fear we have climbing to the top of the peak where the best view awaits. We arrive winded and disheveled, heart pounding; perhaps we are thirsty and out of supplies. When we look at the stunning expanse around us, we are glad for eyes and breath and stamina.
Go outside. As Maude says in that wonderful film "Harold and Maude"--"Go out and love some more." Not just people--trees, shy animals, mushrooms (that one is for Kira), waning wildflowers, receding tides, colors, and your own possibilities.
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