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When my children were little wee ones, still wanting a bed time story we would read "Little Bear." I loved when he climbed a tree and said to a bird:"I can fly too, just downward."
It has always made me smile. Still does.
There is a serene beauty in the flying of the leaf. To sit and watch the dance of the leaf and the wind. The wind trying to teach the leaf--in one dance how to swirl and twirl about. No pressure wind, you have to make the dance exquisite for one leaf. The leaf knowing, and seeing her other siblings glide gracefully to kiss the earth.
This year, this fall is very melancholy. Perhaps it is because my dad passed last year. (Shaking head) I am not sure. Perhaps the thought of being alone at Thanksgiving is weighting heavy upon me.
Well...enough of this sad talk....I have a glorious mold in plaster to make today! I am heading to the hardware store to get supplies! Wooohoooo! I leave you with my little poem for today.
Journey of flight
We grow
young
green
swaying
dancing with the wind
perched perfectly
spring storms of life we tremble
showing our underbelly
holding on
summer lulls
happily shading the children
the stillness of the heat builds
the afternoon showers
quench
maturing
with
the heat
awaiting the fall
wanting
the release into flight
knowing it is a one time
only one flight
gliding
twirling
swirling
into your loving lap
Judith Parsons 2015
(Celebrating the leaf…and her journey-to Fall)
I feel ya on tht note, my dad passed as well, though some time back. It still renders heavy as I'm till this moment trying to be like the leaf to fall graceful without him in my life. :) ❤❤❤
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