AUTUMN IS GOLDEN

AUTUMN IS GOLDEN AND BEAUTIFUL

I named my agedcare academy Autumn and many asked why autumn, it sounds like winter is coming and nothing to look forward to. I told them it is because to live is to acknowledge the truth and that death is not a bad thing but something to embrace for what is life if there is no death. I borrow a beautiful passage on autumn from a friend's posting , I do not know where it is from but it is beautiful.

Signing MOA with Open University Malaysia's Professor Dr Richard Ng

There comes a time in our lives when the innocence of spring is a memory and the exuberance of summer a song whose echoes faintly remain in the air, when, as we look out on life, the problem is not how to grow but how to live truly, not how to strive and labour but how to enjoy the precious moments we have, not how to squander our energy but how to conserve it in preparation for the coming winter. A sense of having arrived somewhere, of having settled and found out what we want. A sense of having achieved something also, precious little compared with its past exuberance, but still something, like an autumn forest shorn of its summer glory but retaining such of it as will endure.

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death. And the moon shines over it, and its brow seems white with reflections, but when the setting sun touches it with an evening glow, it can still laugh cheerily.