I am living in a kaleidoscope of color – it’s breath taking. The color peaked two days ago then yesterday it rained and today the wind is stripping the trees. Outside there is a carpet of copper dotted with gold and red; the trees are in their final yellow and gold dispersed with orange and vermilion, and it is raining gold and yellow and red as the trees give up their leaves.
While in the southeast death rode swinging his scythe of destruction and leaving in his wake ruin and sorrow.
Is there a lesson to be learned from this? Only if we think everything is about us.
We are only observers on this ship earth that charts its own course; and when we have past, the ship will move on without us in a new evolutionary winding – or not. Perhaps it will be content to be a ghost ship looking at the past epoch as a failure.