"Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust...
...Today the sky is a wafer. Placed on my tongue, it is a wholeness that has already disintegrated; placed under the tongue, it makes my heart beat strongly enough to stretch myself over the winter brilliances to come. Now I feel the tenderness to which the season rots. Its defenselessness can no0 longer be corrupted. Death is its purity, its sweet mud..."
- Gretel Ehrlich, The Solace of Open Spaces
posted for Deb.
2 comments:
there is such beauty in them all
Oh, oh, oh. I love this. Will jot it in my journal. Eucharist--death and resurrection. So much hopeful reality.
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