What is it that makes nature so unique to the writing world. We can write for hours and hours just about a simple leaf lying on the dirt pressed road. Today this question pondered in my mind. There was a moment when a scatter of red crinkled leaves blew across my feet. They were seeming to dance around one another, half floating half on the ground.
In nature, everything brings a different feel to the rhythm around them, and those little red leaves were showing me this:
Although they have fallen they are not lost. They still play with one another finding joy of a change in their lives. Before they were stuck in the tree where they lived, but down here they can dance and thrive in the wind. The red brightened their being showing me they were meant to be loved.
I felt the energy of their essence, and I began to mold my soul with theirs. They were so small like a baby crying. All you can do is come up and stop their crying. As you approach the little leaves of wonder. You begin to smile, because they see you there asunder. Their pleas for help have stopped with the sight of you, for all they wanted was to be noticed too. Nature calls our souls to come out and play, and today I did just that as I molded in this spiritual way.
Fall is a time to remember that change isn’t always bad, its a new beginning for all of us. Please feel free to remark on any changes you saw today, whether it be because of fall or your own life’s change.
The feeling of loss surrounds your soul waving in currents to soak all that was whole. Your hands fly to your throat in a desperation to end the rising smoke. Your full grasp of love and life has fallen from your hands, tumbling down into the depths of the cold dark floor of the forgotten. Searching through the haze of smoke you wish to find a light. Searching for the one who can end this cursed blight.
But you stop, for there with a flickering in your eye you see the man who once did this to you as he smiled. He starts the fire and mocks you as he strolls away with a laughing vile. The smoke clears, but the energy in the room thickens. The fire grows and blocks the doorway to your freedom.
What to do, what to do, shall you fall as well to the blackened tunnel?
The image of the man haunts the corners of your mind. You reach out to the flames ready to tackle them without hesitation of any kind. Your life may be at stake, and the world you knew was gone, but now at the uncertainty of your faith you stand strong. With nothing left to use you pick up your shoes. Storm through the front gate of this hellish world of late. You pummel through the door, with the flames sucking on your clothes that want you to deplore. You scream and yell, but in a triumphant chant of excel. You fall through to the other side in a place where you cannot hide. Out in the open with the air above. The world finally screaming out its love. You feel the passion like a lovers kiss, as you wake up into this new world of bliss.
Sometimes when we feel that our lives are slipping away, all it takes is one faithful stance to stay. Keep your heads up my beloved friends, for soon one day we shall all be together in the end.
(Feel free to comment and tell me what you think! 🙂 )