Death of a Season, Life for a reason

Nature abounds in death in Autumn.  That death makes way for other expressions.  It is the pathway to Winter and along that pathway are natural beauties that delight the onlooker and soften the blow of the bitterness that lies ahead.

Seeing the true nature of a tree is what is happening when the earth begins it tilt away from the sun, and the leaves reveal their true selves.  Deprived of sunlight, a part of them recedes bringing forth their true being.  Deprivation is most generally perceived as a bad thing, but; if we look at leaves deprived of their ability to make chlorophyll , we see beauty.  Their true selves shining through, the ground becomes their skirt, scattered leaves adorn not only the wind, but the earth, providing nourishment for the soil.

In witnessing this revelation in nature, could we not transfer this as a revelation of ourselves?  When we are deprived of parts of ourselves or our needs, we are forced to look deeper into who we are and how we want to manifest our true selves.   If and when we show our true selves, we spread the joy and love that lies at our core, and; we blanket others with those expressions, providing nourishment for the soul.

On November 22, 1963, our President was assassinated.  Only a few people in history have lived through such an event.  Soon no one will be alive who was alive then.

That solitary event gave those living through it, a chance to see what can happen in life.  A young mother was left with two small children to raise.  A nation was left without a leader.  Young people learned that fathers die. Somehow, though, facing those frightening realities strengthened the nation, strengthened individuals to be their true selves.  We can face events in life that force us to see our true self and be like the trees in Autumn turning those events into something beautiful and meaningful for all to see.

The trees in Pittsylvania County look tall and proud and strong and fearless.

This isn't my usual fare of Sites & Sounds, but; I am in Pittsylvania County, and; this is what I thought one day while I drifted through its space.  However, I think it follows the theme:  seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary.  I hope you enjoy it and will make a comment.

Miss Betty's Daily Adventures

Miss Betty travels through time and space.  She always has a good day.  There's always fun going on when she's around.    A walk though the park is like a trip to Utopia.  No weapons exist, no hate is felt, no negative thoughts cross her mind, no competition just to prove a point, no jealousy.

So, today Miss Betty awakes to the smiling face of her spouse.  He made the coffee and it smells like heaven opened up.  He bends down and kisses her cheek and the day gets off to a great start!  He says funny things and she laughs like there is no one funnier.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!  "Stop, my sides are splitting!"

Breakfast is on the table like magic and tastes like summer and winter had baby chicks and they married a lamb.  The toast is light and crispy, the eggs are easy over, the grits are southern cuisine at it's most basic and delicious.  The butter melts like mountain snow as it slides down the sides of the grits.  Yummy on a plate!

Miss Betty gathers her coat, lunch and water for the day.  She dances her way through the dining room into the living room on her way to the door.  Snapping her fingers and whistling her way down the steps, her husband swoops her up and kisses her on the lips like it was the first time.  The first time he enveloped her soft, silky pink lips between his lightly biting lips, the first time his heart fluttered and she fascinated him, the first time he wanted to be a part of her life, that's how it felt to her.  She had suspended time and space for those few moments; and they were glorious and joyful and titillating.  Every day was a hit parade of joy and acceptance.

The sun shined through the windshield and her sunglasses shielded her eyes.  It was warm and light and the car drove like a dream.  165 miles to the gallon was a great deal.  Just the thought of it sends shivers down her mind.  She makes it happen every day.