“Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
Autumn is just barely past–even though we’re still having 60 degree weather. With each gust of wind, the trees continue to shed their leaves and disrobe themselves of their former vesture.
In a way, I’ve preempted this season in my own life. My personal sense of style has shed its leaves and fertilized land away from the boughs where they grew. Over the past year or so, I’ve plumbed the depths of my closet and sent boxes of clothes to the Goodwill, hoping in some poetic pageantry that other people would find these vestures and that they would cover those people, becoming new outward expressions of other innate individualities. It’s somewhat silly, I know. Yet there I was, tax write-off in hand, looking forward to the reclothing of my own boughs with vestures better fitting to who I am and am becoming.
More on par with the current season, I am involved now in other life changes, and the passing season reminds me that the letting go of old things does not have to be sad or discouraging. Rather, I think this change is exciting because it prepares the way for new life experiences. Elizabeth Barrett Browinging says it well:
“Come autumn’s scathe — come winter’s cold —
Come change — and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne’er be desolate.”
As this is just my second post, I am still getting a feel for how often I can post without ignoring other life responsibilities too much. ha. So, look for a NEW POSTS from me NEXT WEDNESDAY!
Allison E. M.