Colors of the Wind

Autumn is here and I could not be more excited about it! Pumpkin spice flavored everything, scarves and boots, new beginnings,  and new experiences. Seasonal changes remind us of this: change is beautiful, life is meant to be celebrated, there are more important things in life than just superficiality, and the circle of life is eternal.

It's amazing how every time one season ends and another begins, we are just as excited as we were last year. We know what to expect yet we still jump for joy every Christmas Eve, every first snowfall, every first swim of summer, every first sight of leaves on the ground, and so on. Sometimes we get caught up in school, our 9 to 5 jobs, and our obligations. So much that we forget that life is meant to be enjoyed. There's more to life than just getting by.

Autumn makes death look beautiful. Winter makes suffering look pure. Spring makes birth look divine. Summer makes life look infinite. We need to compare ourselves to the seasons. Forever going through all the stages of life with complete gratitude and grace. Spend every second the way you would spend eternity because YOU are in eternity now. Space and time don't exist, but you do. Eternity isn't a place or a thing, it's now. That's why you should live in the moment...happily...just how you picture it. Listen to Colors Of The Wind from Pochantas: that's everything I am trying to convey. Enjoy your autumn lovelies, and when it's over, accept it. Then it shall be time to enjoy winter! So be it!


"You think you own whatever land you land on. The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim. But I know every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name. You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you. But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew. Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest. Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth. Come roll in all the riches all around you and for once, never wonder what they're worth. The rainstorm and the river are my brothers. The heron and the otter are my friends. And we are all connected to each other in a circle, in a hoop that never ends. How high will the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know. And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, for whether we are white or copper skinned, we need to sing with all the voices of the mountains. We need to paint with all the colors of the wind You can own the Earth and still. all you'll own is Earth until: You can paint with all the colors of the wind."

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