I do not know if the seasons remember their history
or if the days and nights by which we count time remember their own passing.
I do not know if the oak tree remembers its planting
or if the pine remembers its slow climb toward sun and stars.
I do not know if the squirrel remembers last fall's gathering
or if the bluejay remembers the meaning of snow.
I do not know if the air remembers September
or if the night remembers the moon.
I do not know if the earth remembers the flowers from last spring
or if the evergreen remembers that it shall stay so.
Perhaps that is the reason for our births-
to be the memory for creation.
Perhaps salvation is something very different than anyone ever expected.
Perhaps this will be the only question we will have to answer:
"What can you tell me about September?"
September Meditation
by Burton D. Carley
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happy fall equinox
friends & families
music to watch the sun rise
raindrops plucking the last leaves from a tree
* Lullatone *
other sunrises
6.21.14 - 3.20.14
12.21.13 - 9.22.13 - 6.21.13 - 3.20.13
12.21.12 - 9.22.12 - 6.20.12 - 3.20.12
12.21.11 - 9.23.11 - 6.21.11 - 3.20.11
12.21.10 - 9.22.10 - 6.20.10 - 3.20.2010
12.21.09 - 9.22.09 - 6.21.09 - 3.20.09
12.21.08 - 9.23.08 - 6.20.08 - 3.22.08
12.22.07 - 9.21.07 - 6.21.07 - 3.21.07
12.21.06 - 9.23.06 - 6.21.06