To every thing, there is a season. In the northern temperate zone,
the falling leaves of autumn remind us that the natural world is a
place of beauty, joy, and wonder … but also of loss, pain, and
mourning.
If we open ourselves to the buffeting waves of the world—as
in our first offering—what we have lost may be returned to us.
But often, there is pain and doubt along the way, as we encounter the
messiness and death that are part of the natural world itself. And
though we may seek the solace of nature in the face of human tragedy,
nature can also be the cause of such tragedy, sometimes on a monumental
scale. Even in our own private spheres, nature can bring us face to
face with the frailties of human lives, the tenuousness of bodies,
of families, of dreams.
Still, the beauty and wonder remain—in
the grand and subtle flourish of shorebirds, in the light of the moon
and stars, in the luxuries of languor and of love. Our task is always
to find the strength within the uncertainty, the acceptance within
the grief, the resolve within the injustice, the hope within and beyond
the pain.
SPH
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