Into each life some rain must fall.
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Our Indian Summer was blown away, yesterday, by a powerful wind that sent potted plants crashing and hurled dead branches onto the roof. Then came the rain, gentle at first and then strong and driven by wind. In this morning's misty light, I see that the leaves have started to turn on the black oaks, heralding the real beginning of Fall. It's important to remember that rain, storm and the turning of the season are invitations to sink into ourselves, as rain sinks into dry earth. This deepening holds the very meaning of our lives -- and if we must let some things go, then let us do it with the grace of the oaks, who release their leaves without worry, knowing that a new crop will burgeon in the Spring.
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