Four years ago, I wrote a post about a leaf. It was the last one on the tree outside my window.
And it would not let go.
Some people commented that it was possible the tree was the one who wouldn’t let go.
A few days ago, I was reminded of that post when I wrote a tweet about a tree anticipating the upcoming season. How the tree would be bare and vulnerable. How it had been through this before.
So, yes, I’ve known this season.
Many seasons of losing bits of myself. Allowing the chlorophyll to seep away and show the world my true colors. Making myself vulnerable while being brave enough to bare leafless branches. Letting go of the leaves I’ve worked so hard to grow. Ones I thought I needed.
The leaves are just beginning to turn. They are changing. Dying. I need to remember there is beauty in these deaths.
I will survive. I can let go.
Dried-up dreams are getting caught in autumn breezes and whipping around my feet. I can let them scratch my ankles or I can dance with them.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
This tweet also inspired a response to Sue Vincent’s #WritePhoto over at Lemon Shark Reef. I love the way one, tiny thought can bloom into a flash, a poem, or a navel-gazing blog post (or even a book). It’s part of the magic and beauty of the writing process.
How about you, gentle readers? What is changing for you this season? Have you let go of anything recently?