But when I picked it up, I realized it was not a bedraggled and fragile remnant, but a piece of lace as delicate and resilient as a spider's web.
Like this leaf, we are pummeled, blown, washed, thrashed, frozen, and thawed, by time and life, until all extraneous matter is worn away, and only our enduring essence is left.
Beautiful, both your words and the leaf
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jackie.
Deleteah, and all life is as miraculous and beautiful when its essence is examined. another thoughtful and inspiring post, wendy. thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, bratty cat!
DeleteFeeling like this leaf this morning and trying to figure out what that essence actually is! Nice reminder that there can be something left after all.
ReplyDeleteThere always is something that is still there...
DeleteI share a similar message with my students (college frosh) at semester's end: I give them each a sea-smoothed stone that I harvested the previous summer, and hold one myself. I say that like the stones, we've been tumbled, tossed, and battered by circumstances, but we're still strong--and even more beautiful in essence.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely practise!
ReplyDeleteSo cool!!
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