Stages of Death. June 2025
I made this reflection sitting in the little garden at the front of our house. At first, nothing struck me. Then, as I sat and watched, the sun’s beam drifted down onto this leaf that was a few meters away. As I headed in the direction of this message, I saw the green leaf still on the plant and the dead leaves around this leaf. Even in death, it is beautiful. Everything in a cycle. Everything as it is. Just so.