October morphs into November, leaves on trees turn yellow and red, masking their green health with a little death. People often say that the opposite of life is death. In fact, the opposite of death is birth- life is what you do in-between. This seasonal “death,” bears a cold emotion, full of fear and anxiety. Will it ever return to the way it was before? When will the green come back, and the blossoms burst with joy raising their faces to the sun?
Perhaps that’s the point…Each chapter, or season, as it feels in life is churning, changing, forever morphing. And with each season, new leaves, bigger blossoms, stronger vines emerge, leaving the little death behind.