The wind has blown hard today, gusting up to 30 mph. The blue sky is filled with an infinite number of yellow, gold, brown, red, pink, and multi-speckled leaves. And, all are being invited to dance and sing with the wind. Yet some hold on, not ready to let go, even though it’s an essential part of their journey. I must confess, I do love the music that they make together, this chorus after chorus of rustling leaves and wind. Their music is one of the primary reasons I enjoy this time of the year. This image is taken outside my front door where the wind swirls leaves into a delightful blanket of beauty just for me. It is all a miracle!!!
Somewhere along the way, you realize that no one will teach you how to live your own life — not your parents or your idols, not the philosophers or the poets, not your liberal arts education or your twelve-step program, not church or therapy or Tolstoy. No matter how valuable any of that guidance, how pertinent any of that wisdom, in the end you discover that you make the path of life only by walking it with your own two feet under the overstory of your own consciousness — that singular miracle never repeated in all the history and future of the universe, never fully articulable to another.
Maria Popova
This quote by Maria Popova is from a wonderful blog post which you can read here.
4 Comments
Earl
I love autumn days when the leaves are “ripe,” and the wind entices them to spin along multiple individual paths reminiscent of colorful snowfall. As you mentioned, there is also the rustling soundtrack to enjoy. That’s a lovely photo, Monte. Thanks for sharing a link to that thoughtful blog post. Have a great weekend! 🎃
Monte Stevens
Very well said, Earl, and very poetic! I have been following Maria’s blog for a couple years and enjoy here posts. She leads me to new authors and other books. We are cold here at 25 degrees this morning when I left the condo. But, we’ve already warmed up to 41 degrees. Enjoy your Friday!!
Mark
That’s a great post from Ms. Popova – I return to it often. I like how you describe the leaves as conducting a type of symphony.
Monte Stevens
Thanks, Mark! I sure enjoyed the music yesterday on my ride along Poudre Trail as leaves danced and sang along side me. I have to be careful when I smile along some areas of the trial as unseen bugs can be ingested. 😂 Hope you enjoy your Sunday!