The oak leaf slowly descends from high atop the canopy of trees that line the edges of my back yard. This mahogany colored, leathery leaf sails back and forth, sometimes flipping and turning, finally coming to rest among the thousands of other leaves that pile up on my lawn.
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And my thoughts turn to falling.
Relinquishing to gravity, of letting go, of surrender.
Releasing what’s no longer of service to my life.
Each of these words give a different color to the action of letting go.
And for me they all hold some value of truth.
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Letting go is act of courage or faith. Perhaps stepping into an unknown.
Saying goodbye to whatever you are letting of.
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And somewhere in the process of falling and letting go – there is the act of floating or suspension. Of being held, even in midair.
This season of fall.
A season in which Mother nature offers an amazing displays of beauty --
and then relinquishes it all to the next season’s patterns.
Over and over again – beauty, release, death, rebirth and renewal.
There is much to ponder here.
Today though, I just want to witness the falling leaves and do my best to be present in this act of falling and letting go. To be in mid-air.
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