This is one of my favorite photos. A heart shaped leaf caught up in the skeletal arms of a blossom gone by. I look at this photo often, trying to understand what about it has won my favor. Perhaps it is the beauty of transience. A reminder that even in death there is unspeakable splendor to be found and experienced. After rereading the recent poem post and the posts preceding, I had to chuckle. How interesting to dedicate a year to happiness in one post and devote the following post to sadness. It is perfect really. The humor in it begs clarification for my dedication and apparent inconsistencies. I don't consider happiness separate from sorrow, rather I think happiness may only be found in the peaceful acceptance of the "is-ness" of life. Devoid of my beliefs and concepts of what life is, or should be, or could be, what is there. When sadness arises in the "is-ness" of life, or "happiness" arises, wouldn't it be lovely to witness beauty within the transience. Like a dried leaf caught in the arms of a dying bloom, a spaciousness of experience...an invitation for compassion.