Today I was watching a tree, and thought I saw a bird, but it was a leaf. I liked imagining it was a bird, and then, I was content to know it was a leaf, still hanging on, not yet ready to fall, despite the wild winds that have blown through. Other leaves were also hanging on, yellow, green, brown.
I've still thinking about the jellyfish, perhaps a key to immortality: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/02/magazine/can-a-jellyfish-unlock-the-secret-of-immortality.html?pagewanted=1&_r=0&nl=todaysheadlines&emc=edit_th_20121202
I ask now.
How does each of us renew, go back and forth as youth and mature, or perhaps both at once?
How do we know enough in this month of December, a month cooled and darkened to reflect, yet, guided externally by excess?