From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. ~Edvard Munch
the dead have their day and i said goodbye to the corpse of my past life. i commemorate the loss with a smile and a thank you, as the distance spreads between that old way of existing and the new way of living. you old ghosts, all i can do is take a breath, and continue forward. things always happen to me in the autumn. october and november always have a way of shaking up my world. the goodbye to summer and the greeting of winter, the opening of the heart to a new chapter. autumn is not death, it is the preparation for rebirth. and there is so much beauty in rebirth. i have seen death. i go to the gravesite this sunday to have my conversation with him about how my year has gone and where i am going. this fall i have leaped over mudpuddles and ridden through the rain and seen possibility. this fall i feel life. it is in everything around me and in every decision i make that is good for my heart and soul. i am nourished. i am far from dead.