It’s the season for seeds, and the skeletal remains of flora are just reminders of past verdant hues. The air has become thin with chilling whispers of what awaits come winter. I look at these forms and remember all so well their splendor, the way they garnished and the flavor they lent to what otherwise was ordinary. I mourn their passing, but celebrate the memory of their being — their deep roots, their flowers and how they stretched to reach their potential and the promise that life will go on in all things left behind.
If you look closely at a tree you’ll notice it’s knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully. — Matthew Fox
“Only God is perfect…” I’m sure I’m not the only person who grew up hearing this — for me mostly from Sunday School teachers. But in my kid brain, as now, I’ve always balked at this notion, though perfectionism is a disease I fight every single day of my life. Be it in relationships, art, business, cooking, gardening — everything I attempt, I have this unattainable vision of a perfect outcome. And as for the Creator being perfect? I don’t think so. Cases in point: Jellyfish. Now tell me that wasn’t an experiment that eventually was just tossed in utter disgust where it plopped into the ocean and multiplied! Or, crazed gunmen in movie theaters. Hmmm… maybe we humans are just experiments, too.