The maple out back is living up to its name, showing off its red.
But those branches hanging heavy with scarlet over my patio are losing themselves fast, and there’s a definite crunch underfoot when I step out for a breath of air.
The most delightful red-leaf-carpet (with just a touch of brown) decorates my immediate out-of-doors these days, the brown being the offerings of a stalwart oak sitting a good thirty or maybe fifty feet away. The oak doesn’t seem to mind that its color isn’t as vivid as its neighbor’s, but it does seem to mind not being noticed.
Or maybe it’s just the wind carrying things again.
The wind likes to do that, I think. Carry things like leaves in the fall and pollen in the spring and rain whenever it has a mind to. And in a couple months, probably snow.
Snow? Already? Wasn’t it just spring and budding leaves and birdsong fresh in the morning?
Birds aren’t the only things that fly, you know.
Time is famous for it.
We all say this. Time flies.
Time flies.
Well, okay. Maybe not all of us say this. For instance, you never hear a fourteen-year-old get home from school and declare “Man, time flies! Algebra went by way too fast today.”
At least none of my fourteen-year-olds ever did. Which is a shame, because I home-schooled them.
Which went by way too fast, by the way.“You may delay, but time will not.” (~Benjamin Franklin)
Time does fly, and no, not just when you’re having fun.
The real question, maybe the only question, is why don’t we fly too?
Why don’t we just up and decide that we’re not just going to sit around and watch time or leaves or snow fly, but decide – just like that – that we’re going to let that wind fly us too? Let Spirit breathe life into dry bones or tired bones or young bones or old ones for that matter, and take Grace up on its offer to give us a future and a hope.
Why, indeed, don’t we fly, right there along with time? Why don’t we do the things that we want to do in this one glorious and delicious life?
Well. Yeah.
Fear.
Maybe.
Or maybe just, well, not really thinking that we’re all that deserving of that sort of thing.
I mean, you know, I know me. And you know you. And you know we’re not ever gonna be posting about all those failures and faults and stuff we’re just regrettin’ on Facebook. Truth is, none of us who’s lived a life has lived one without regrets or failures or stumbling.
Call it the human condition or just call it some really bad choices. We’ve all got stuff.“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (~Jeremiah 29:11)
But – serious whisper here – you really do deserve to fly.
You really do deserve to do the things you want to do.
You really do deserve to dance.
And you know that wind? Wind-Spirit who knows you and loves you and is just aching for you to be all that you can be?
She’s ready, willing, and totally able to carry you there.
The wind likes to do that, I think.
~xo,
LuAnne
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“You may delay, but time will not.” (~Benjamin Franklin) “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (~Jeremiah 29:11)