Of Green

Of Green:

Summer is nearing its end, although there will be more hot days ahead that keep us from this realization for some weeks to come. But even now the season's changing, days will be slightly shorter than before and trees are in their early steps of letting go of that heart depth of green for more vibrant colors still. It's a time of surrender.

always.

it's the green I miss most, my hardest letting go - every spring I come alive with its arrival, a blood stir of verdant suddenness to my notice. At once the world is alive again, green and absorbing light with passion, framed by grace of blue skies. This is my own arrival from winter and well worth the wait for its appearance. 

really, this all has an ocean's beginning, an evolution of green offered to the world - it was through the cooperation of bacteria and algae, a mingling of genes that gave cause for plants to reach further to the land. This was an early path for more life to follow, diversity to spread by green swept passage. We've always followed the passion of this color. 

and it's always been about letting go.

early green surrendered its life from ocean to land and through this earned a far greater vibrancy then before. From this first surrender we've come to forest, jungle, and wind swept savannas. Life grew varied and diverse through the reach of plants. Our world became because of green. And we learned about letting go - a plant's willingness to adapt itself to such foreign conditions, from an ocean's hold to barren-scape of land and through it all offered itself for other life to follow. Our own lives mirror closely to this color, it's vibrancy and reach, light filled and giving. 

as well - a willingness to surrender.

right now, in the midst of summer, our season's changing - we're letting go, shifting to a different shade of being. Life is motion. Writing this, it occurs to me that it isn't so hard to surrender, that life carries this effort completely on its own. We're of the seasons, a continuous becoming through the very moment something else is left behind. We are always letting go...

to the last of what our season offers. 

~

Peace, Eric