I hear the wind rustling through the trees,
I think it is my mother
She is speaking through the tones of bamboo
and tall giant trees I have no name for
Her speech comes through periodic waves …
There she is right now –
she sounds exciting:
whooshing back and forth,
creating an undulating stir amongst happy
leaf-filled branches
What did you say?
I can’t hear you now,
wait, wait, come back – don’t go.
Have you lost a dear friend, a parent or a child and find yourself counting the time that has gone by since they left this earth plane? Mother went away two years ago – she comes back often. There is no contradiction in having gratitude and mourning a loss at the same time.
On the one hand, we celebrate this harvest season, on the other we watch the leaves drop – signaling the coming season that represents a passing away. Therefore, it is good that we too pause and pull back into the warmth of a personal hibernation.
Thank you for sharing this time and space with me over the past 52 weeks — until next year…
Celebrate!
