Salty Snipppit November 14, 2020
Something is happening across the street as I pass my wide living room window. I stop in surprise. Large golden-orange leaves scintillating in the morning sun are fluttering down, scattering with the wind, tumbling off across the grass. They look like big colorful sparkling snowflakes! I cannot move on but must sit down and watch this show of miniature fireworks. On my neighbors’ roof there’s a circle of leaves spiraling around as if they’re dancing and laughing together! I cannot not-smile while watching all this.
The German Protestant in me whispers desperately “Get back to work!” But the real and wise me sits facing the window, breathing with a deep smile as I enjoy this final awesome autumn performance.
Now the air is calm, only a few flutters happening. The sun cranks up a notch and the low bushes by my window wave back at the sun. The shadows of the great trees intensify and then fade, lengthen and shorten as the sun plays on this ever-changing scene.
“Dead falling leaves” are often a metaphor for what we no longer need in our lives, but dead scintillating colorful leaves, dancing away – there’s a different spin! Treasures! Not to be tossed thoughtlessly but to be released with awareness and gratitude.
This real-life metaphor says “Stop! Say thank you.” Journaling is one way to do this, to be aware of all experience as gift. Every one of these forms/moments fed my life, made me bigger, as every leaf fed the tree. I may not have liked them all equally, but they all fed and made me into what I am. The Earth takes them back, making them food for other life. The Sun and Wind leave me free like a sleeping tree, soon to grow more and new and bigger. The Sun and Wind and Earth continue to shine on us all, with love and joy and peace and beauty.