Reflecting… November

The brilliant reds and yellows….  The mountainside bursting in color, previously hidden in lush green, showcased her seasonal best… We focus on the colors dancing on an autumn breeze, yet forgetting that this is the last dance.  Soon…  in a matter of days…   Barren branches will stand naked.. exposed…. the core of the proud hickories, great oaks, sycamores…. alone with neither decoration nor mask….

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We meandered the trail along the rim of the River Gorge.  The kids climbed the boulders, picked up leaves, scraped back bark to expose bugs.  Baker skirted the trail and our whereabouts…always just out of sight.  I watched him scale boulders, squeeze into crevices, and hide behind whatever he could find.  Belle stayed close… talking nonstop to me…..  Watching my own children, I dare not try and understand their thoughts and attitudes…..  I just wanted to hike… 

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We stopped occasionally along the trail….. resting….  taking in the view…. talking.  The voices of these little ones….. Their words… laughter and complaint….. disappointment and desire…..sadness and joy… their words expose them.  As they grow, seasons of growth are simply part of life….. episodes of emotional and mental growth…. and then, seasonal shedding of that which is no longer needed… the safety nets, the unnecessary…..  left behind on this trail.  They’ll keep walking, however….. new opportunities to grow await them…. us….  Nevertheless, we’ll stick together….  learn….  together.

Although we cannot see it…..  instinctively, we know she is waiting.. Beneath this dark soil…. dormant… hybernating….. poised.. Spring is coming, proving that amidst this cold, harsh, routine, she…. we… have the strength to endure.  Her innate knowledge…. the ebb and flow of life…  the seasons which pass us all… provides us with the opportunity to grow, experience, understand the nature of our world.  It is only here that we can enjoy the anticipation of budding blooms… seasons of lush green… the brilliance of temporary color….  the cold days of uncertainty… But at our core, we discover the strength and the character that is only visible when the leaves fall….. when we stand exposed.

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