| Throughout our lives we
repeatedly make attachments and lose them. We are taken with the rich
color of leaves in the fall, but we know that this beauty will soon be
replaced with stark, empty branches.
We give ourselves to caring for a
baby, knowing someday this person will say good-bye to make his or her
own life.

We lie close to our lover in a
special moment, yet we know that this, too, will be limited by the
years of our lives.
We want to defiantly say, "No! If
I can't have permanence I'll take nothing at all!" Most of us have
wished we could outmaneuver life with such a power play.
The loss feels so painful we
might think holding back our love will save us pain.
But holding back brings a greater
unhappiness.
When we submit to it, life is
generous in its kaleidoscope of forms. Each attachment, each loss, is
followed by more rewards and attachments.
Loss and death itself are part of
life. There is peace in accepting and living fully in the cycle of
seasons. |