Leaves and Their Destinations

Today I am grateful for a pleasant afternoon excursion to St. Paul with my husband Darcy yesterday and for the many sensory delights of this time of the year--sights, sounds, smells and more. 

Fall is for falling. Autumn is for leaves to accept their fate and humans to accept the darker and colder days ahead. I was out for a run yesterday and first was enjoying the sound of leaves under my feet. Then, I started noticing leaves still making their descent. 

What would it be like to take a gentle trip to a new home after hanging out on high for a few months? To know, instinctively, that this is the moment to surrender, let go?  Each leaf takes that journey alone and each has a landing place a little different from the next. 

As leaves on the human tree, let us remember what we have in common and honor that we each have a right to our own solitary journey to be directed by something bigger than all of us, not by misguided power and greed. 

Colorful foliage can teach us about Nature's beauty, and so much more. It inspired this poem: 

And here is one of the many captivating scenes along the Mississippi River in St. Paul yesterday. Step outside today and find an opportunity to watch a couple leaves make the journey to their resting place. 

How do you feel? What are you thinking? Let go . . .