The series without an ending. Even after I’m gone, the land will still be here.
I have a box of arrowhead fragments, which the previous owner found during years of plowing and erosion. Through conservation efforts, some of which he started, we no longer lose enough soil to find arrowheads. But the box helps me remember we’re just here for awhile.
An agricultural concept, a Zen concept, a generic spiritual concept–that we are just here for a while.
Sometimes, sadness in leave-taking; but gladness for release and rest.