I watched a golden leaf loosen itself from a tree, its downward dance interrupted by a telephone wire. After resting there for a moment, it slipped off, gracefully falling onto the ground. I wondered how many other leaves made the same migration from sky to soil.
How many times do we stumble and have our fall broken by something in the way, letting us stop for a moment to ponder before our inevitable descent? This moment softens the plunge and makes it bearable, less painful, fragile bones are spared from breaking. I am so grateful for pauses like these.
Falling isn’t always a bad thing if we make it less about the fall and more about the journey. Sometimes we need to kiss the ground that supports us with its strength and solidness. We can lay there for a while and rest before getting back up, or even stay to help others who have fallen, just as the decaying leaves nourish the plants and trees that surround them.
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