Nothing is forever

Dark and gloomy are the clouds. The ocean is quiet, resting.

The cooler temperatures are welcome. 

Life is tenuous. Yesterday, I had a Clean Communication (https://syntropic.world/clean-communication-living-and-working-light/) conversation with my 92-year-old father. It was complete for me. No residue at all, which means, simply, that I had not a whisker of lingering charge. While there was rage in my words, it felt good to speak them. They needed to be said. 

Early this morning, we got news that he is in the hospital with a brain bleed after a fall. Not a good prognosis. 

My years of writing about the dawn, about beginnings, which also means I write about endings, have been my schooling in the flux and flow of life, change, the seasons, clouds, the ocean. Everything.

Nothing is forever. Fools are we to think it. Fools are we to cling to the past. To seek same, same. 

Yet we do. 

I do not know what this day will bring. No one does. The heavens laugh when we presume our knowing, our arrogance.

I think of the fools in power, thinking they can dictate to the forces of the heavens. 

The gods are laughing. 

This is the ultimate humility, the ultimate remembering.

The world turns, the larger cycles play to an instrument that we have no ability to understand.

And that is the point. 

Photo Taken January 3rd 2026, Article published January 3rd 2026