… and then there are the moments where, surprised, you find that the fingers loosen of their own accord; you no longer struggle to make something happen, nor struggle against struggling, but allow the events of your life to be the agent of release.

Tonight, I passed some time with Tevye, the village milkman: Tevye, whose fundamental beliefs are challenged at every turn, and at every turn helets go, further and further. A daughter marries against his judgment, a daughter marries without his consent, a daughter marries without his knowledge… and with a smile and a shrug he bows to the will of the God of change, bows to the god of gravity, the god of aging, the god of humanity, asking of the same spirit: Why…? Didn't your teachings say, follow this path, it will keep you and your family safe, it will grant you peace and propserity, give you enough?

We are all born to teachings, however modern we presume ourselves to be; yesterday the teaching was constancy, and the challenge was change, while today the teaching is incessant change, and the challenge is cessation. Didn't you say, follow change, it will keep you and your family safe, grant you peace and prosperity, give you enough?

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

Nothing like the flow of notes and heart sense, as the planet leans into Autumn's chill, and we lean toward one another for warmth.