Leaves of russet, gold and amber, leaves of cherry red, how every tree has turned into a flower, blooming vigorously despite the fast approaching death! Often times when I sit leaned against a trunk, breathing in the grounding, comforting smell of bark, I wish I knew how to live the way autumn leaves shine, the way an autumn bird sings when the feeble sun has warmed its feathers.
Leaves know how to let go. Some let go when still green, some when they are golden, some when they are brittle and brown but all of them do it gracefully. Sailing on the wind, swirling happily around, without any regret or sorrow. When on the ground, they will gradually turn into soil, giving themselves fully to trees and plants and all of life.
Leaves never ask themselves why, what’s the meaning of life. They, like all of nature “know” that the meaning of life is to be alive, to meet life in every single moment in a way that is fresh, beautiful, solid and free.
I wish you a sun-blest week.