Reminders

Tonight I stood under a dying sunflower and silently marveled at the warm painted sky as the sun dipped down to kiss another day goodnight. Basking in the silhouette of what was, I began to rediscover hope for what is yet to come. There is a beauty in these endings, in the knowledge that the beauty of what was is not diminished by wilted leaves or darkened skies; it will always have been a masterpiece. And so too will this time spent laughing and loving and discovering the core of who I really am always be a moment of eternal beauty. As the seeds fall from the drooping flower, birds and bees and all between will find nourishment that will sustain through the coming cold. As the sun disappears behind the horizon and the darkness of the night caresses the bends and folds of the earth, the crickets rise and somewhere far off, another day begins. These times are not easy to dance with, but hope breathes in the knowing that all will one day be reconciled. The sun will rise, seeds will fall and resprout, and I will once again be reminded of what it is to flourish in the warmth and peace of this life. All is not lost.