After a sultry weekend the weather has turned cool and sunny. The early morning and late evening light is perfect; we sit and watch it as it changes, moment to moment. The light at 5:30 a.m. is not that of 7.
*Being with the light, I am reminded of the impermanence of things, as well as their continuity. Somehow, even as my heart breaks from witnessing the destruction of the world, I know life will arise from whatever remains. Isn’t that the central law of Earth: that as long as Life is possible here, it will find expression?
Do you, too, want to witness what happens next, and how the story ends? Of course, the story does not truly end; until the conditions that allow life cease, there will be another chapter or a sequel. Even in the most dire of times, we may remember the page, and plot, will turn.
*Inspired by the post, Fragility and Impermanence, written by Julian Stodd.
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