Intimacy
I have been bathing in the beauty of the trees in color. Now they are letting go and their color lies at their feet. Late fall, November...I can see farther because the trees are baring themselves...see the contour of wooded hills, see farther down the street, see more sky. November (almost) trees are honest, no leaves, no extra color dressing them up. Just honest, naked, knarled, somtimes broken branches. What's under all those leaves...intimacy.
posted by Anonymous at 8:27 AM
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This is revelation, isn't it? Wow. Being seen, open as intimacy...ain't that it? Unlike the trees we get frightened away from the nakedness...mostly for myself because I label it BAAAAD in some way...which there are countless, ancient ways I tag soemthing as being BAAD...I can't even stand to let me see me sometimes...how can I let you? Ain't that it? And yet, everything around us reminds us to show up just as you are, right where you are...I also see that I have favorites that keep me from showing up...like critcal mind, jdgmental mind, measuring mind...any one of those shuts me down and I pick up that proverbial leaf and hide....
Liz
Come out, come out wherever you...a sweet little diddy of encouragement.
The teachings of the fallen leaves which are so well captured here take on a special poignancy on this day when we are remembering the dead. The strange blessing of deaths is to leave us increasingly naked and perhaps thus offering us another opportunity for intimacy.
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