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I Can Hear The Leaves Falling!

Trail in the woods

Trail in the woods (Photo credit: blmurch)

 

Today we took another one of our walks on this trail near our house.  The path of the trail leads through a very wooded area, dense with trees, vines and bushes.  At times we have been lucky enough to spot a deer standing perfectly still like a soldier at attention.  Sometimes a bunny rabbit or squirrel will make its presence known.  And today a tree frog sang out to us as if to say, “look at me, look at me!”

English: The New England Tree Frog (Litoria su...

English: The New England Tree Frog (Litoria subglandulosa). Because this photograph concerns a rare and/or protected species, only an approximate location is provided: Ebor, Australia Français : Litoria subglandulosa. Ebor, Nouvelle-Galles du Sud (Australie). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We were walking along, talking about this and that – when all of a sudden Greg said, “listen!”  I stopped and heard a rustling noise – more than the rustling of an animal stalking us in the bush beyond where we can see.  I looked up and to my surprise, I saw the MANY leaves falling from the tall trees far above our heads.  They made quite a demonstration of it – crackling and bumping the tree branches on their long descent down.  It was really breathtaking.

And so we continued along ever mindful of the change in the path, now covered with crispy newly fallen leaves – and the turn in the weather in the last few days.  The 29th day of August – it is official.  Fall is already here.

As I contemplated this, I must admit that I was sad.  I love fall – don’t get me wrong.  Living in the Pacific Northwest has been beautiful this summer but very short-lived.   I am sad that we have to wave goodbye too soon.

Still – I do love the crisp and cool mornings and the smell of the earth as things change in the weather.  I love the fall colors and the season that it precedes.

And there is nothing like falling leaves – full of color, as they float to the ground.  Sometimes they are silent and fall without our knowing.  Sometimes they make a BIG NOISE as they fall.  But they fall just the same.  It is a fact of life.  We can either accept them and their ultimate demise – even if we think it is before their time, or we can cover our eyes and ears and say, “NO!  I won’t accept this!”  Either way – it is going to happen.

Autumn leaf color

Autumn leaf color (Photo credit: INABA Tomoaki)

Fall is a time of death.  It is a resting time for nature.  It is a time to regroup and take a nice long nap.  The beauty of those leaves reach their final peak of brilliant color – just as they are about to die.  God designed that even death would have its own beauty.

Take a walk today – observe what is happening in nature. Another turning of events – another season unfolding before our eyes and ears.  And in the long winter months – we can be assured that just as things had to die – they will be reborn again.  Spring is coming.

God Bless

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A Touch Of Fall

I took a walk today.  And I took my camera along – just in case.  I came upon a park close to our home – my favorite trees line the street.  I can always tell what season we are in when looking at those trees.

A little red leaf trickled down from a branch and on the sidewalk in front of me while I was walking by – and I thought to myself, ‘what a journey you have taken, my friend’.  Yet – undaunted – it fell to the ground.  That was his job – he had begun, sprouted, blossomed – turned a beautiful color and then broke loose and died.  No disguises – no hiding.  A leaf is just a leaf.

Are we like trees?  Can people tell by looking at us – what season we are in?  Can they tell who we are?  Do we show it on our faces – our posture – is it evident in the sound of our voice – do we give ourselves away?  Have we sprouted?  Blossomed?  Turned a beautiful color that is evident to all those around us?  Or do we hide – like some well seasoned actor with lines to learn – and a disguise that suits us?

William Shakespeare once wrote these words in his play, “As you like it”:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.” — Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166)

Are we well rehearsed?  Do we ever give our true selves away?  Are we merely great actors – destined to hide behind a mask – or the internet so that no one really knows us – or confronts us?  Or are we willing to let people in – and really see us?

Are we graceful and strong down to our roots – even in the ‘fall’ and ‘winter’ of our lives.  Are we unmoved by changes that come and go?  Are we most beautiful when we have gone through much pain and endurance – as we surrender to the ‘winter’?  I believe that much beauty is produced in our lives during those tough times – when we have been stripped bare of any pride – when the ‘real us’ emerges.  I myself have struggled in this area – resisting with everything in me.  Wanting to run and hide when hurt comes and threatens to swallow me – wanting to ‘fake it’ and paint on a sunny smile – hoping to fool those around me.  But I also believe spring always comes – I believe that God allows me to go through seasons – I believe that He protects me down to my roots – shaping me and giving life from the inside out. Even when it is most uncomfortable and inconvenient.

Psalms 1 says this:

1 Blessed is the man
who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked
or stand in the way of sinners
or sit in the seat of mockers.

2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD,
and on his law he meditates day and night.

3 He is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither.
Whatever he does prospers.

4 Not so the wicked!
They are like chaff
that the wind blows away.

5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

6 For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.

What kind of tree are you?  One that will blow away with the wind – not deep enough to withstand pain, hurt, stress, disappointment and failure?  Or are you one who is deeply rooted – clinging to life and embracing the different seasons as an opportunity for growth and depth?  I pray you are the later – and that you will find your strength and courage in God to lead your through and bring the beauty out in your life today.

God Bless

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