The leaves outside my window are changing their colors.
I watch as one leaf after another zig zags to the ground,
joining other now dried and brown leaves.
This phenomena allows me to see the patterns of the branches
and the hawk’s nest that once was hidden from my gaze.
A gentle breeze releases a shower of many rust and sienna leaves.
The sunlight casts it’s light on tree trunks
exposing a play of texture and shadowy effects not seen before.
I am reminded of the Teacher’s words “to everything there is a season.”
I wonder why we human beings do not remember to take the time to let go of our coverings, to let the light show us the core of who we are
and to know that it is time to slow down and wait for the next cycle.
Oh, Mother Earth, I heed your message
and in my humanness, I stop for this moment
for what the tree outside my window has shown me.
I embrace it’s changing colors as I embrace my own.
It has been a year since I moved my mother from Florida to Virginia. Fall is a very different experience in these two states. Today as I drove Mom around to witness the changing colors, I noticed how some branches reach for the sky while other branches droop downward towards the earth, and yet some extend straight out as if to say “Stop!” And that is exactly what we did. We stopped and embraced fall and all its glory. And we are letting the light shine on who we are by spending time together and listening to each other’s stories. We are learning to embrace each other and our changing colors too.