Saturday, November 19, 2005

MamaSaysOm - Green

Dear Britton,

The leaves are falling
the wind is howling
the green is fading
yes, the vivid, velvety hues of green
are slipping into fragile yellows, reds and browns.
The world is changing.
And such is life,
a constant merry-go-round of change,
ebb and flow,
peaks and valleys,
endings and beginnings.
The seasons tumble one into the other
and our lives follow suit,
each moment filled with tiny deaths leading to
a new way of living,
night with the constant hope of morning,
winter with a faith in springs return,
the promise of a crisp new world,
a world always slipping in and out of green,
the promise of resurrection.

Loving you through all the seasons of change,


Blogger Heather said...

Natures first green is gold. this post remind's me of this saying. this is beautiful written. I love these letters to your son.

8:54 PM  
Blogger andrea said...

green green green. I love green and how it represents growth and change. the idea that our little ones are green and new and full of promise.

love this letter to your son. someday he will treasure these.

9:49 PM  
Blogger Frankie said...

This is wonderful. I love the idea that our lives our continuous cycles, births and deaths, endings and beginnings. The image of the constant merry-go-round is splendid. I really loved this!

10:15 PM  
Blogger acumamakiki said...

The tree of life......a symbol that has been dominate in most civilizations,especially that are matriarchial based. I love this way of looking at life because it's so understandable.

I love this picture of Britton, apple picking and being out there watching your wee one is truly a gift.

4:06 AM  
Blogger Deb R said...

I love this post, Michelle. In particular:
"each moment filled with tiny deaths leading to
a new way of living"...

Wow. Perfect.

6:08 AM  
Blogger christina said...

Beautiful writing & pic. Britton is a lucky little guy to have a mama like you!

6:25 AM  
Blogger Living Part Deux said...

Maybe this letter will one day help him deal with the realities of the inevitable ebbs and flows of his own life. Maybe it will help him realize that even people who begin green and pliable become brown with crisp edges about their lives until they finally must return to dust. Your thoughts are always so very tender and beautiful toward your sweet boy.

7:59 AM  
Anonymous Nicole said...

"... the promise of resurrection."

So, so beautiful. My comment can't do it justice. It is always so comforting to find a kindred spirit.

11:14 AM  

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