"Leaves grow old gracefully, bring such joy in their last lingering days.
How vibrant and bright is their final flurry of life."
Karen Gibbs
Nature has been a lifetime friend, offering communication with the elements of air, fire, water, earth. Perfection is reached when lying upon the heart beating ground, listening to the rippling of water, sensing a slight breeze touching the skin, and the sun lighting an inner fire.
Staring up through the branches drenched in gold, yellow and red hues, there is a sense of being home. Each falling leaf is a reminder, a nugget of past memory, and an example of shedding what needs to be released. Observing the graceful dance to the ground, one is encouraged to let go with loving kindness.
Trees have role modeled how to stand tall reaching for the light, deep roots for enduring torrential rains, and the ability to house lost souls. In honor of trees blessing me with insight, comfort, and warm hugs, I hope to gently let go and transition with grace, to my physical resting place ... before my spirit returns home.
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