The silent thunder of potential and wonder.
The end of 'Nope' with hope.
What by nature must be, will be.
OK if you don't know, as long as you don't wallow in 'no'.
The end of one existence is the beginning of another. Persistence is one of our mysteries; remain enthralled.
Why do things ever have to end?
The answer eludes me. But everything does.
Everything on this Magic Blue Marble disappears. Every leaf turns brown and rots.
Every caterpillar, bronze sculpture, tennis ball,
elephant, season, and passion gives way eventually.
Even sturdy granite wears away and turns to dust.
And you and I, too.
We have a rendezvous with dirt.
All around us is change and death.
We feel it in our bones.
We hesitate and stumble as we make our way along the steepening path.
But then, I remember.
Endings are also beginnings.
As the tree dies and rots, it prepares the soil for new life.
The delicate flower petal withers, but a seed floats to earth, awaiting spring rains and sunshine to spring forth into glorious bloom.
The salmon makes its deadly run to deposit new life in stream gravels.
Even as mountains are ground down, new ones are building.
Yes, it is a circle.
Birth, life, death and rebirth - a circle of life.
Our task is to hold our candles steadfastly against the dark as we tread the upward leading path.
Safe in the knowledge that life endures.