The Sacredness And Grace Of One Leaf
With winter approaching, and with the beautifully mild autumn here in Minnesota, I’ve been spending as much time as I can outdoors soaking it all in before my hibernation.
Recently, in a local park, I was standing at a bridge admiring the view and had a unique experience. I believe it was a dimensional shift in my awareness.
In the distance, I noticed a huge oak leaf as it fell and, with such grace, floated down into the creek. The oak leaves there are huge – larger than an adult hand. This one was cupped almost resembling a boat. It was as if I tuned into the essence of the leaf, or maybe the tree as it released the leaf. It felt like a suspension of time and the only thing that mattered was to witness its descent. It felt sacred, pure and utterly peaceful.
More of that Please.
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