Change

To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.

~ Henri Bergson

The changes in the woods are startling – the vista available during a cool winter  hike is unparalleled for clarity of detail while the relative quiet speaks of rest. In the spring the creatures of the wood are alive with activity and beginnings - the leaves are fresh, the creamy white dogwood trees and the aptly named redbuds are in full bloom. The summer appears to rest in the glory of being complete - the trees envelop us in green shades and rich scents warmed by the sunny air bath us in bliss. The fall wood begins a transition to a quieter time - the foliage releases in a glorious display to reveal the foundation of the trees themselves - naked but strong.

I once desired only to live in summer but now I understand that the transience of the woods mirrors life itself. Comprehension and acceptance enable graceful change. I sometimes fail to notice, acknowledge, or accept my own changes, to my own detriment.  Keeping a journal is one method that has enabled me to embody and reflect on change. 

May we share our insights as we travel our sunny and healthy path to health.