Falling Leaves

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It’s that time of year when Summer begins to relinquish her hold and Autumn makes her presence known. Falling leaves are indicative of Winter’s forthcoming threat, but before the trees are bare and the days are even shorter and the temps much colder, Fall presents us with a sublime panorama. We, in the Midwest, are at the very early stage of leaf color change. It will be at least sixty-days before most deciduous trees are baren. Eastern America begins this process sooner and is more vibrant due to an abundance of hardwoods. But, enough about nature’s seasonal changes that most of us are familiar with.

These Cottonwood leaves fell into our birdbath during the course of several dry and windy days. I simply arranged them in the center pedestal. They dropped, not because it was Autumn, but due to shedding as a way to survive drought and preserve energy. Once Cottonwoods start to shed leaves, they fall like rain. Fewer green leaves still dance in the wind. Cottonwood leaves look similar to Aspen leaves. Both have white trunks in addition to similar appearing leaves. Cottonwoods grow fast and tall and are most often found near sources of water like streams. They are Kansas’ state tree (fun fact).

As I witnessed these leaves fall and will soon witness many more, I was drawn to the thought that people are a lot like falling leaves. From birth until death we fall many, many times. Whether the falls are a result of circumstances beyond our control or are caused by our own missteps, human frailty dictates we will fall. Some falls result in nothing more than bruises to our egos while others are very serious and result in permanent damage or loss. Falling leaves, we are.

As with healthy trees, the leaves will return, emerging from winter’s slumber. Unhealthy trees may not see a return of their leaves…much like some of us. To fall is not such a bad thing. In fact, falling is necessary to growth, and wellness. The key, like that of trees, is to get up (grow back) after we fall. It doesn’t matter how hard or how far we fall; what matters is what happens after we do. I know post this sounds a lot like a ‘self-help’ mantra which is definitely not my purpose. Rather, I write to encourage without offering advice.

I have fallen so many times and in so many ways that defy my getting back up each time. This is not a “Look at how awesome I am” statement, but the truth. Only by the grace of a loving God do I owe my existence. Mostly, I recall the reasons I have fallen, and can candidly say that many of those times were not my fault…but enough of them were. And, I take ownership of those events. As for the falls which were the result of others, I try to learn from those experiences and not repeat the same behaviors of the quilty parties. I have forgiven. I learned a long time ago a very essential truth: forgiveness benefits the forgiver and is critical to moving forward, even if the forgiven don’t respond in like manner. Sometimes the ‘moving forward’ has been a crawl, and occasionally a sprint, but was usually a marathon effort (I have never run a marathon but felt like I have!).

This image is dull…much like our lives seem to be. I could have enhanced it but chose not to. I didn’t see the benefit of changing something as it is into something that it is not…not after writing this post. Certainly, there are many photographs I adjust to make them seem more alive, but not this one. I wanted to present these fallen leaves just as they are, dull and slowly decomposing. Hollywood, tabloids, social media sites, news, government, etc. may offer us loads of pizzazz, but that’s all fake. Falling and fallen leaves are real.

C A D E N C E

Summertime creates an outdoor atmosphere where all manner of sounds are generated during each twenty-four hour period. I have been reminded frequently, and lately, of the myriad natural sounds which enter through my ears and resonate inside my being.

Sitting on our deck, we hear the drone-like humming of hummingbird wings as they arrive at our feeder to drink their liquid energy. Cicadas chant their daily mantra like a wind-up music box…sometimes so loudly that we have to vacate the deck chairs for the couch. Crows squawk irregularly, but when they do it’s like listening to neighbors having an outdoor party-complete with arguments!

Birds chirp and sing. Hawks screech as they glide across the sky. Squirrels make unusual noises among their specific communities. Coyotes and bobcats make their presence known nocturnally via howls and hoots. Leaves rustle in unison like magic flutes as the invisible wind whips past them.

These daily and nightly noises are like an orchestra’s cacophony of sounds as the musicians tune their instruments immediately prior to the performance. Audible chaos turns into a symbiotic union of beauty. How Beethoven continued to create musical masterpieces as his deafness increased daily is beyond my comprehension.

I submit that nature’s sounds may seem like that of a human orchestra tuning their instruments, but with one exception. Nature’s instruments are pre-tuned. They’re also pre-programmed. Together, nature creates the perfect cadence of sounds. This auditory resonance can be tuned-in or tuned-out depending on whatever is grabbing our attention at a specific time and place. Similar to a practicing pianist whose instructor uses a metronome for tempo adherence, so, too, the natural sounds we hear have their own steadying affect.

Obviously, this post isn’t about high-quality photographic images, but leans more towards introspection, of sounds, of life’s drumbeats, and of their place in our well-being. I submit that what we listen to (hear) is just as important as what we see, smell or taste. Anyone who has spent time at an oceanside beach and listened to the waves reach and retreat from the shore must admit there is a calming effect to this rhythmic dynamic. The same is true for listening to water flowing down a mountain brook or bubbling in a fountain.

Would it be presumptuous of me to suggest that each of us could benefit from receiving some type of calming cadence in our daily life? Even if it’s only for a few minutes? With so many distractions and noises bombarding us constantly, I know I need this momentary peace to reset my inner metronome. Can you sense that I’m aging? Rhetorical question for sure!