Leaves Dancing Down

"I hope I can be the autumn leaf, who looked at the sky

and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully

it knew life was a gift."

Dodinsky

In the fall, when I glance at various trees, color delights my eyes. If I take the time to look at individual leaves, I am amazed at the differing hues and shapes. By their individual markings, I am reminded of the wind and rain they have endured. As they fall from the branches, some simply float while others dance their way down.

This seems so symbolic to me, but then I heavily identify with trees and their leaves.  I have known the joy of sunshine and the elevation of higher views. I know what it is like to be out on a limb, hanging on in spite of unexpected changes. And now experiencing the space of free falling, trying to maintain grace as I dance my way down.

I have yet to permanently hit the ground as I am being tumbled here and there. I have not lost all of my color yet and my diversity continues to shine. As I watch leaves being raked up into a pile, I remember that I, too, will be bundled with kindred spirits grateful to be returning to our original home.