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The rain breaks, though the sky is still grey, even so
The trees are drenched in golden glow,
leaves glistening like glowing emeralds, rubies, gold dripping in puddles to the ground,
there neon reds, pinks and oranges screaming for my attention like an extravert teenager in the 1980’s –
It is so beautiful it takes my breath away
I stop and stare for timeless time,
drinking it into my soul,
into my storehouse of these flaming glory-moments
Then I go on with my day,
full of wonder and hope
I heard it in your voice this morning
There are good things ahead
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AL
photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT
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If we could,
like the trees,
practice dying,
do it every year
just as something we do—
like going on vacation
or celebrating birthdays,
it would become
as easy a part of us
as our hair or clothing.
Someone would show us how
to lie down and fade away
as if in deepest meditation,
and we would learn
about the fine dark emptiness,
both knowing it and not knowing it,
and coming back would be irrelevant.
Whatever it is the trees know
when they stand undone,
surprisingly intricate,
we need to know also
so we can allow
that last thing
to happen to us
as if it were only
any ordinary thing,
leaves and lives
falling away,
the spirit, complex,
waiting in the fine darkness
to learn which way
it will go.
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Learning from Trees by Grace Butcher
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There is no such thing in anyone’s life as an unimportant day.
-Alexander Woolcott
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