There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves
“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono
“When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.”
From the day we are born, our bodies change and develop; each day our minds transform themselves when we think a new thought or gather new knowledge. So I change daily and am the same, though no longer the same boy that I looked at in the mirror 50 years ago. Perhaps the most astonishing change is the gain in humility I did not ask for.
I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? Zhuangzi
This afternoon I was going out to get some pictures from a nearby baroquesque garden. This little fella was so busy on the flowers, flitting from blossom to blossom, seemingly never still, that I wondered if I could even get a good shot. I guess it took me almost a hundred trials to get this halfway decent picture. If I only wouldn’t hold my breath while pushing the trigger, the whole affair would have been a lot more relaxed.
“Nothing in the world is more flexible and yielding than water. Yet when it attacks the firm and the strong, none can withstand it, because they have no way to change it. So the flexible overcome the adamant, the yielding overcome the forceful. Everyone knows this, but no one can do it.”