The start of November has traditionally been a time to reflect on themes of letting go and impermanence and for remembering those who have passed on on before us.
In life, nothing dwells. The wind blows and then stops. The blossoms burst forth and then fall. Things come and go. The melody drifts back onto an aching E flat and then back to E again. The song of your life is played on white and black keys. Sadness is … an essential truth of human life. But let's not dwell there. Not while the song is still playing.
Karen Maizen Miller, Be Sad
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