The forest floor was decorated with leaves in shades from red, to orange to brown. Many were well on their way to drying out and becoming fertilizer for next years growth. I gathered a few of the loveliest and then noticed these small, soft, pale pink ones. Soft, like new growth, yet fallen, like all the others. I like to think that the unseasonably warm weather had fooled them into sprouting and then a cold north wind knocked them off, just so they would land at my feet. They were sent here to remind me that there are always beginnings, even when everything else seems to be coming to an end. And beginnings are fragile, easily disrupted until they take a firm hold in our lives. It takes courage to be a beginner, to walk into the unknown. Yet we begin every day anew. We are all always beginning.
If the angel deigns to come it will be because you have convinced her, not by tears but by your humble resolve to be always beginning; to be a beginner. ~ Rilke