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| "October", oil, by Linda McCoy |
I wonder if I could conduct myself
more often the way the autumn leaves are living in these last days of their
lives. To use a familiar phrase, they’re simply “letting go”, setting
themselves loose from their limbs and allowing the breezes to bring them where
they will. They’re surrendering, in a sense, submitting to the stronger powers
of winds and seasons, and in that surrender, I see a kind of lighthearted
liberty. I know they’re just leaves, but perhaps people like me could learn
from them – learn to allow more than resist, to let go more than grasp and
cling. The winds will take the leaves where they need to go, and maybe my days,
if I trust them, will deliver me, each evening, to exactly where I’m best
prepared to be. Leaves seem to sense when it’s time to float instead of hold
tight, a lesson I may be just starting to learn.
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