Driving to work this morning, I began my usual appreciation of the season changing, shifting us into a real autumn state of mind. Today it took on a whole new idea, as I thought about work. I thought about people I've seen shuffled into courtrooms in chains, in custody. I thought about when the judge orders them back to court on certain days, confirming they are to show up, even if they are released from custody. Then, sadly, I thought of Dependency Court where I've seen too many times parents who have for some reason released the desire to parent adequately, and children who are bounced back and forth in the system, a constant releasing and letting go. What is all of this about? I don't know. But what I do know is that it must be a natural cycle of life, to shuffle through sometimes, to not hold on to the way things are...forever, because they do change; and then when the season of life calls for it, to do like the leaves of the fall -- not try and hold tight, fearing the fall, but to just allow the release and trust that the wind will carry us and whatever we are feeling at the moment, whether a dead-feeling crumbly something or just a beautiful red and gold plane-like beauty gently descending. Then I paused for one moment and remembered the evergreens, and began to be grateful, another feeling that this season ushers in. I'm grateful for that which never shifts and never changes, the real truth of who I am ,whether at work or play or contemplation -- just me being me.

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