While most folks are rushing about doing the holiday thing, I'm still smiling at the beautiful Fall we've had in Middle Tennessee. Although yesterday I did find myself thinking of the wise men.
I
had just returned from my morning walk, where at one point I stood
mesmerized in a mass of golden ginkgo leaves. They had blown from their nearby trees.
Drivers zipped past in cars as I stood in the leaves wondering if any other passersby had noticed these delicate, fan-shaped treasures. I asked permission to pick up a few for a miniature bouquet and walked home feeling like Earth's bride holding a cluster of six little leaves.
Their beauty prompted me to wonder if the Japanese maple in my yard still held its leaves. I've been mindful that of the six maples in our yard, they've each gradually let go of their leaves. I have visited with at least one of them daily to acknowledge and appreciate their beauty.
Gratitude welled within me as I returned home and stood before this tree. I realized Nature is largely responsible for waking me, for showing me the beauty of my heart and providing a key to accessing deep feeling and experience that has for so long been buried.
I grabbed my camera and took a couple of shots as I heard myself softly singing, "Hallelujah. Hallelujah." I touched the trunk of this dear tree and continued singing. What sacredness I felt, sacredness and reverence kneeling before this part of God's creation, my forehead in a pile of leaves.
I knelt there and felt like one of the wise men before the Christ child, whose presence and life were all about Love, the transformative power of Loving compassion.
Experiencing deep love whether through the vehicle of Christ, Buddha, the Goddess, a person or Nature is transformative. It wakes us up. The more of us who are awake to love, the greater the likelihood of a global shift to loving.
Hmmm, maybe this is connected to why things of beauty in the world so often seem under assault. So many have been hurt by those who were suppose to love them. So many people do not have self-love so they can't appreciate their own beauty, nor beauty in their loved one, a child or .... a tree.
In this the Season of Love, I envision a world in which every season, Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, is a season of Love because we realize the beauty that resides inside, within the many cycles of Nature evident all around us and inside our insides, our bodies, hearts and minds.
May we all wake up to Love.
1 comment:
Did you know Dawn that "each fall the ginkgo tree drops all of its leaves at once--in a matter of minutes. No one knows why or how this happens"? That's a quotation from a recent blog post of mine. You might appreciate the poem about the ginkgo that's on the post entitled "The Consent." It's a really good one. Trees are so fascinating!
http://lauramallernee.blogspot.com/2013/11/trees-and-consenting.html
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