Humans tend to hate change. We fight the cycles of change by clinging to the past. We pretend if we hold onto something from the past, the present will make sense — and maybe some internal pain or emptiness or loneliness will go away.
But Nature is all about cycles. Last autumn, I wrote about a lesson of Nature which I saw in the dying leaves near my front door. In those dry and golden leaves, I saw the message that dead things must be cleared away before rebirth has a chance to come.
In late October, death and decay were evident all around me. By this mid-June Sunday evening, the new life of Nature’s renewal is just as evident. The leaves you see above are on the same tree limb — in the same place — as the picture I shared with you last October.
I’d like to briefly suggest two things based on the brilliant green of rebirth that I see today.

Old documents force me to rethink things I’ve believed about my father
My heart longs for a future that’s more real to me than the dim past
Dickens’ ‘David Copperfield’ far superior to postmodern novels
We often act like madmen who’re eagerly bent on self-destruction
Maybe we’re doomed to replay past until we finally get it right
Hugs from a sweet little girl can erase stress after long work day
In denial? Isn’t it time to accept that elections won’t change anything?