These flowers caught my eye the day before I sketched them.
It was October, and my husband and I had biked on the luscious Duck Creek Trail
in Davenport. I decided to come back the next day and sketch them before it
rained, because they surely wouldn’t be that brilliant again until late summer
of the next year. In my journal I wrote beside the sketch, “It’s hard to let go
of these warm, sunny, colorful fall days. Seems like we’ve only recently caught
a late-summer stride with biking, hiking, appreciating, savoring…can’t we start
all over again, now? Does fall always
have to gift us with the reminder that we only get one life apiece?”
But of course the Buddhists remind us to be grateful for
impermanence, for it is what lends poignancy to life. Without our sense of
impermanence, another day would just be another day – instead of the gift that
it really is.
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