I have been thinking about the line from Wallace Stevens:  “Death is the mother of beauty.”  How true it feels.   I recently had the joy of spending several days with loved ones at Maine’s Acadia National Park at the peak of fall color.  Never before had I seen such flaming fall brilliance.  How gorgeous are the trees when the life is draining from their leaves.     

     For me, the awareness that everyone and everything I love are temporary, makes it all more beautiful, more precious.  Would a sweet-scented rose be as lovely if it were not so ephemeral?  Would I love the world as much if I were going to be here always?  I don’t think so.

        Death is indeed the mother of beauty.  Not just an unpleasant fact of life, death is an integral part of life’s beauty.–April Moore

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