Hello All,
I hope you like the new blog and the new look.
I think this blog very accurately and sublimely frames where I am at in life right now. The inspiration for the theme of this blog was inspired by Bambi: A life in the Woods by Felix Salten, particularly chapter eight. In this chapter two oak leaves are having a dialogue, reflecting on change and life. While my faith may answer some of the challenging questions raised by our oak leaves, I feel a little like a leaf. The leaves have more questions than answers, the gravity of their inquiries is sobering, they have experienced change and its dramatic impact on their life and wonder at what is ahead. They are the reflections of a falling leaf. . .
Two leaves clung to its very tip.
"It isn’t the way it used to be," said one leaf to the other.
"No" the other leaf answered. "So many of us have fallen off tonight we’re almost the only ones left on our branch."
"You never know who’s going to be next," said the first leaf. "Even when it was warm and the sun shone, a storm or a cloudburst would come sometimes, and many leaves were torn off, though they were still young. You never know who’s going to be next."
"The sun seldom shines now," sighed the second leaf, "and when it does it gives no warmth."
"Can it be true," said the first leaf, "Can it be true, that others come to take our places when we’re gone and after them still others, and more and more?"
"It is really true," whispered the second leaf. "We can’t even begin to imagine it, it’s beyond our powers."
"It makes me sad," added the first leaf.
They were silent for a while. Then the first leaf said quietly to herself, "Why must we fall?…"
The second leaf asked, "What happens to us when we have fallen?"
"We sink down…"
"What is under us?"
The first leaf answered, "I don’t know, some say one thing, some another, but nobody knows."
The second leaf asked, "Do you think we will feel anything, do we know anything about ourselves when we are ‘down there’?"
"It isn’t the way it used to be," said one leaf to the other.
"No" the other leaf answered. "So many of us have fallen off tonight we’re almost the only ones left on our branch."
"You never know who’s going to be next," said the first leaf. "Even when it was warm and the sun shone, a storm or a cloudburst would come sometimes, and many leaves were torn off, though they were still young. You never know who’s going to be next."
"The sun seldom shines now," sighed the second leaf, "and when it does it gives no warmth."
"Can it be true," said the first leaf, "Can it be true, that others come to take our places when we’re gone and after them still others, and more and more?"
"It is really true," whispered the second leaf. "We can’t even begin to imagine it, it’s beyond our powers."
"It makes me sad," added the first leaf.
They were silent for a while. Then the first leaf said quietly to herself, "Why must we fall?…"
The second leaf asked, "What happens to us when we have fallen?"
"We sink down…"
"What is under us?"
The first leaf answered, "I don’t know, some say one thing, some another, but nobody knows."
The second leaf asked, "Do you think we will feel anything, do we know anything about ourselves when we are ‘down there’?"
The first leaf answered, "who knows? No one has ever come back to tell us about it."
They were both silent. Hours passed.
A moist wind blew. Cold and strong through the treetops.
"Ah, now" said the second leaf, "I…" Then her voice broke off. She was torn from her place and she spun down.
A moist wind blew. Cold and strong through the treetops.
"Ah, now" said the second leaf, "I…" Then her voice broke off. She was torn from her place and she spun down.
Winter had come.
Thanks for joining me on the journey.
