The night is cool and foggy.
Summer’s long days have shortened,
signaling the season’s change.
Nature moves through her transitions with ease,
the leaves turn,
wild animals prepare,
there is order and acceptance.
But for us,
change is not so simple.
Many times,
we fight, we writhe,
we justify, we complain,
we cry.
Gliding through change,
as summer glides into autumn,
this is rare.
“Change is hard,” we murmur.
Yes, change is hard,
but perhaps if we surrender to it,
as the bears hibernate,
and the geese fly south,
it doesn’t have to be.
In her surrender,
the submissive finds freedom and strength.
There is no writhing,
no anguish,
no complaining.
Just joyful acceptance.
Submission.
Is it nature’s call?
“There is no greater freedom, than giving up control.”
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Such an atmospheric photo. Well done!
Thank you. I was lucky to find it.
Oh this was so wonderful, Maggie! I love the line ” in her surrender, the submissive finds freedom and strength. There is no writhing, no anguish, no complaining. Just joyful acceptance. Submission. Is it nature’s call?”
For me? It absolutely is!
For me too, and I thank you for such a lovely comment.
Change is hard but having him along side of me I can handle those changes…
Great pic and great post.
xoxox
Thank you, Mari. Yes, having a man to hold your hand through those tough times, softens the landings.
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This is so wonderful!