Life and death and life…
I was fortunate to spend a lot of time outside on this glorious weekend. The Universe kept sending these messages about life and death.
On a long bicycle ride yesterday, I arrived toward the end of Route 8 in Boone County. A farmer was plowing under his fields that had been harvested. (biggest John Deere tractor I've ever seen.) The smell of freshly tilled soil permeated the air…and me. God I love that smell! Just weeks ago, that field was full of life and green
Today while hiking through a woods, I stopped and mindfully watched as leaves on the trees let go of their grip and floated gracefully to the ground to nourish the soil for new life in the spring. It was poetry in motion. Did you ever just watch a leaf leave a tree and float to the ground from start to finish? It's a mystical experience.
That's how I want to go when the time comes. To just let go and gracefully float down to the river and let it take me home.
