As I age, I am drawn to the mysterious beauty of the fallen leaves.
I remember their first appearance as chartreuse, pale green; maturing to emerald; growing into sedate, dependable green. Watching their transformation is watching my own (and those around me). Watching their unfettered surrender to the dimming of the light.
I feel a mysterious pull:
To trust and join them as they give way
to bare branches and the dimming of the light
To slow down and watch the mystery.
To let go and breathe the mystery.
Celebrating all the shades, stages, perspectives.
Choosing to practice and bless letting it all go.
Can we allow ourselves to be nonresistant to
life’s changes?
Participating fully; letting it all go:
Learnings and lessons become soil
for potential new cycles becoming.
Feeding life in its mysterious forms.
Trembling and trusting the Mystery:
Deep within us. Here, between us. All around us.
In Fellowship & Mystery,
Rev. Mary
