This September I saw what the earth remembers. I suffered and also received the biggest gift when I learned what my body remembers. I know what my father remembers and what our ancestors put in place for us. I completed almost 7 years of notes on what the flowers remember for these new times.
I also remembered I was afraid to live before I came into the world. This Month of September I remember the future. As September draws a close I remember what it is like to live in joy. All through the eyes of nature. Forever grateful for this life on earth today.
Here is an Ode to the past when we did not know how to remember that we are so much more:
I do not know if the seasons remember their history or if the days and
nights by which we count time remember their own passing.
I do not know if the oak tree remembers its planting or if the pine
remembers its slow climb toward sun and stars.
I do not know if the squirrel remembers last fall’s gathering or if the
bluejay remembers the meaning of snow.
I do not know if the air remembers September or if the night remembers
I do not know if the earth remembers the flowers from last spring or if
the evergreen remembers that it shall stay so.
Perhaps that is the reason for our births—to be the memory for
Perhaps salvation is something very different than anyone ever expected.
Perhaps this will be the only question we will have to answer:
“What can you tell me about September?”
~Burton D. Carley