“Things flourish each by each, only to return to the Source…to what is and what is to be.”
(From A New Way of Thinking, A New Way of Being Experiencing the Tao Te Ching)
Maybe you’ve seen this before, however, it seems fitting with this passage to pass along a laugh that a friend shared with me this week:
“The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget…
This particular Sunday sermon…. ‘Dear Lord,’ the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. ‘Without you, we are but dust…’ He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, ‘Mom, what is butt dust?’”
I mark my place in this book with a leaf that had turned crimson and fallen to the ground last autumn. I scanned it and absent mindedly left it for several weeks tucked in the darkness between the platen and the lid. Though fragile, much of its former glory remains, albeit mummified in a way. I suppose I disrupted its return to the Source—or did I? Though the glory has faded, the memory lives on…
Rest in peace Elizabeth.