In A Crooked Little Town, They Were Lost And Never Found... Fallen Leaves

     When a leaf falls from the tree to the ground, it decomposes and becomes nourishment for the mother tree it fell from. As far as plants having any kind of consciousness goes, I have no idea, but if they do then this cycle is it's sole purpose. The circle of life is a beautiful thing when properly allowed to do so. That which brings life also ends it and that which ends, brings. All that hippie tree hugging stuff.

     Well today something came to my attention as I was waiting to go home from my therapists office. I was outside having a smoke when I noticed on the concrete an imprint of a fallen leaf. It made my heart skip a beat to think about how this poor leaf would have felt, had it had a consciousness, when it landed somewhere other than it's intended location. I posted a photo of it on my Facebook, with the idea that it may have thought, "I'm sorry I failed you, Mother Tree". And that idea is beyond beautiful in the most saddening way.

     I think that if we took the time to take a look around and notice little things and not lose our way from things that matter, we could end up more like the leaf that served its purpose rather than the one that lost its way. Mind you, the leaf itself probably had no choice in the matter of where it landed. It had probably been swept away by the wind or carried by a random person's shoe. And these factors changed the course of this leaf's path. Much like our daily struggles and worries. We let money issues, family issues, and social media sweep us away from our daily path that ultimately leads to landing in a place we never wanted or intended. But once we follow the "winds" we have no choice but to land wherever the wind stops. Whether this be at the foot of our tree or stuck in the concrete miles away from anything that needs us.

     We allow things to drastically change our lives over and over. Then complain when our lives have made a complete 180 degree turn from where we wanted to be. I have done this, my husband has done this, hell, everyone has done this. There are no leaves that have not been swept away by the wind at least once. The part that matters? If we land somewhere that when we have stopped, we can fulfill our dreams and purpose. Nourish it with our gained knowledge and wisdom. Let it grow more roots and become stronger than ever. Since that is our destination anyway, why not make it a good ride?