The chilly air blows through my yard. The last remaining oak leaves take off from the branches, join the wind, dance with the current, and land on the ground. Walking over the crispy leaves piled like a carpet, I marvel at how easily plants transition from life to death. No hesitation, no resistance. They follow the natural order with complete acceptance, even with joy, because, perhaps, they sense the wonder of a new beginning within the ending of their lives.
Now is the auspicious time: The past and the future intersect while we look back on the passing year and count down to a new one. Like departing leaves and flowers, we could end this year to begin something so precious with child-like wonder and joy.
Happy New Year!