TantricSoul

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*An older writing of mine that has recently taken on new meaning, and so, it is here as a reminder*

I used to struggle, fighting off sadness or trying not to be anxious, but as most of us learn, once that drop of melancholy or unrest beads upon the heart, trying to feel anything else is denial. Once the mind, like a long guitar string is plucked with even the slightest agitation, there is nothing to do but let it ring out.

We all know of tears that turn to laughter. ...

Is there anything in life more constant than change?

The leaves have all turned brown, many of them have let go from the branch and allowed the cold, gusty, winds of this season of change to dislodge them from their perch, and yet still the stubborn ones cling to their branch, their old life, resisting the time, the call of change.

Yet life has a cycle and no matter how much the leaf clings to the old branch, the old form, they all will, in time be met with a gust too ...