Let Me Tell You About Leaves

The leaves are singing their last song, whisper soft. Then,
softly
gracefully,
beautifully,
they fall to the ground, dead.

They rustle and I’m restless, wandering and trying to follow suit. How do I dance slowly? How do I fall down gracefully? I try to practice letting go. I try to die beautifully.

I’m listening a lot lately. I hear a lot of whispers, and I feel like something important is coming, but perhaps it’s only the Winter. All I know is, things change.

I’m not sure what to tell you.  I’m dancing in the wind, riding the current down, excited to touch the ground.

In the meantime, airborne, I’ll swirl and surrender. It’s time for change.

So I couldn’t figure out Mr. Linky. Whatev. I’m not a professional! Just add your post link in the comment section and I’ll pop over to read whatever you send me. That is, I’ll read it once I can see again. Tomorrow I’m having lasik eye surgery.  There will be lasers. There will be tracking devices, and funky goggles. In the end? I’ll be an Ostrich Girl with no Glasses. 

16 thoughts on “Let Me Tell You About Leaves

  1. Oh, my friend.

    I'm not sure there's a way to fall down gracefully.

    And that's the beauty of it. Because we all look silly on the way to the ground. Every one of us.

    But.

    How we get back up?
    There can be grace there.

    There is grace.

    Much love to you, my glasses-free Ostrich Girl.

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  2. But you look so cute in your librarian glasses! Maybe you can have the lenses replaced with clear glass, like the movie stars do, and wear them when you want to look uber-cool… hope all goes well with your surgery.

    As for trees and leaves and dying gracefully, I wouldn't worry too much about that. I think living gracefully is harder, sometimes… and either way, He is gentle to lead us in the way He wants us to go. The trees and the animals know this, I think. That's what they are whispering about…

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  3. True confession – I have an eye-phobia. I can barely put on mascara, and the thought of anyone touching my eye (myself included) for drops, contacts, surgery, etc. honestly terrifies me. I think that is why God gave me decent vision. 🙂
    Your comment about the underwear cracked me up when you left it on my blog. The sad thing is, I read it and wished my husband would notice I desparately need some new ones. Ah, the things we post on the internet. 🙂
    Good luck on your surgery – I haven't posted much lately – was out of town for my stepsister's wedding. Hope to update soon. But this was a short and sweet post, unlike this comment. http://wanderingonpurpose81.blogspot.com/2011/10/daddy-son-rhythm.html

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  4. i have not a clue what post to share with you, but i'm praying for you as your peepers heal up.

    ps your post makes me think about dying to self, and how hard it is to manage this with grace. with me, mostly, it's a messy, reluctant affair, but gaining Christ is the best thing i've ever heard of.

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