This thought has been rattling around in my head for
a few days weeks a while… nothing terribly deep, but I can’t seem to let go of it.
When the leaves turn in the fall, the colors that we see have actually been there all along, masked by the chlorophyll that the tree needs to live and grow; it’s only when they are preparing to die that they lose their protective/productive coloring, and you can catch a glimpse of what’s going on under the surface. Recently I’ve been feeling rather like a green leaf, so busy going about the business of living that even I can’t see past the chlorophyll to what (if anything :) is going on down deep…
Not to say that the business of living is not important – after all, without photosynthesis the tree dies – but I do wonder sometimes if I really have to wait until I’m ready to fall off the tree to see what’s happening under it all?