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It's not this white yet. But it will be. In some parts of Colorado, it's been white for a long time.

This icon is from a digital art composition representing a young writer dying, turning into white as she tips herself over the edge of a cliff.

Here in the NE USA, we haven't yet had the strong winds and hard rain that would drive all the color into the ground. So a lot of muted reds, golden ambers, yellows, and oranges still "live" in our trees' foliage, although they no longer are part of the tips of living branches. Even in this early November they cling on and sing in muted hues.

But it is all part of a cycle.

Kiota was created 'during the fullness of the summer' and was born in a wet cold Spring and moved into Eternity in another wet cold Spring. And for a long time she remembers this meditation:

Autumn Whisperlings

She is a creature of Autumns --- alike the leaves that tumble unto the ground, she will wither and rot before the snow falls.

What remains of her will become frozen. Seeds that bury themselves into the ground.

Slowly grinding their way upwards through the dirt as the Spring approaches...

And during the fullness of the Summer, she will slowly spread her wings again as the flowers spread their petals.

Set free only once the leaves fall, once more, to joyously soar for a few weeks ...

Dancing along the dew-covered fields, with her eyes shut and her head thrown back .... and then falling, tumbling, dying ... rotting ...

Reborn once more.


Enayla posted this into her deviantArt account at the end of July 2002, and for more than a year before April 2008, Ki used Enayla's art piece as her default. Or rather, a portion of it.

I think what is important is not that leaves die and rot but that they live again in different forms. They rejoin the earth from where their host trees spring.

The cycle: birth and re-birth and re-birth. Day into day into day.

That's not just Anna. That's all of us. To joyously soar for a few weeks.

Once they go, those weeks will not repeat.

But others are on their way.


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 5th, 2008 06:26 pm (UTC)
I'm so happy to see you here today, Brad. I loved this post. It says so many good things.

Thank you. For posting this, and for being who you are. *huge smile*
Nov. 5th, 2008 08:13 pm (UTC)
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Nov. 5th, 2008 08:25 pm (UTC)
As the sun onto the snow through your trees: look at all that growth, feel the earth moving ...
Nov. 6th, 2008 07:22 pm (UTC)
Just another way of saying: you are part of it too.
Nov. 5th, 2008 08:35 pm (UTC)
I love this post. Very Proserpine and peaceful.
Nov. 5th, 2008 09:27 pm (UTC)
Yes .... knew it would speak to you.
Nov. 5th, 2008 09:51 pm (UTC)
So much peace.
Nov. 5th, 2008 09:53 pm (UTC)
Oh, good grief. I could have chosen a more appropriate icon for such a profound entry. What's going on with Calvin here anyway...hit in the face with a 2 by 4?

So, well, anyway.

So much peace, yes.
Nov. 6th, 2008 01:41 pm (UTC)
Sometimes peace is a lost art. But not here <3
Nov. 6th, 2008 07:18 pm (UTC)
There is nothing like a warm floppy ear to purr into and sleep under to give you peace ... right? =)
Nov. 28th, 2008 04:04 am (UTC)
Over from blackempress. This is lovely.
Nov. 28th, 2008 10:19 am (UTC)
Thanks, Thorne! Just Friended you so you can come directly, as you will.
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