Decembering this year...
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I've been thinking much about what happened this year. I observed that we go back to visit what we had in the past in hopes that we can alter it enough to not repeat it again.
There is only one shape in all of life. The spiral. All change is bending on the curve of that spiral. Physical, spiritual, and mental.
It doesn't help to fight this pattern of motion that brings change through repetition. The repetition is the opportunity to slow down change enough to learn from it. We are still responsible to learn or we will repeat the pattern almost identically so that we don't lose the valuable in-formation we can find in the out-working of our previous decisions.
Conscious relationships, in which we intend a common direction with greater awareness, are opportunities to repeat less than we did last time. Then we can replace the repetition of old things with the birthing of newness
Winter was merely nature's return unto herself. And how elegantly she balanced this by springing back to life, to share the fruit of her passions, only to withdraw, again, into her chilled contemplation, her only lonely need to under-stand herself.
We welcomed those centering days, short and less illuminated though they were. We tolerated the temperate overtures, endured the endings even unto what had seemed her demise. We knew, even without, that there was no real death awaiting us amidst the fallen leaves, deep in the whitening of the fields and trees, with the silencing of sounds, muffled by these endless flakes of oblivion.
The sounds of singing, of buzzing and flapping, return to us all, in time, in turn, and in time, again.