As the leaves change and are lifted gently from the trees, I find myself facing challenges I am not ready for or equipped to handle. Last month I was diagnosed with Diabetes Type 2, and it has shaken me to the core. I am only 34 years old and the choices I've made combined with my genetics have led me to this strange place where I am a prisoner of my body every day. I am left asking, "Where do I go from here?"
As I watch the green of summer burst into the flames of fall, I wonder if the tree knows winter is coming? I wonder if it fears the dying of the leaves? Are the changes that are forced upon us the most productive in the end? I hope so.
The turning of summer into fall has been quite spectacular this year. I suppose that is because I have actually been out more, exploring the world around me. I have traveled quite a bit these last couple of weeks. I've been as far southwest as La Push and Forks, Washington and as far north as Squamish, Canada. The roads have been lined with ever-changing trees, like a perfect autumnal painting. It has been breathtaking to see. And a nice distraction from my health issues.
It is the season of change. How fitting; how so very frightening.