January 16, 2022. A single leaf brought me to a stand-still. I’d been out the night before observing the getting-full moon peeking through shifting clouds, all attention upward. Next morning I took the dogs out into bright sunlight – lighting up the sole leaf still clinging to the native Texas redbud tree I’d stood next to staring at the moon. The leaf swayed in a slight breeze. Would I see it separate, fall? No. Still dangling, modeling persistence.
I love this poem and I identify with both the leaf’s and your persistence. I too am not ready to fall, to let go of that ultimate desire to “be here now.” Life seems to be more brightly lit these days and I see glory in the ten thousand things. Thanks for this poem. Your poetry is inspiring. Wishing you and Gary well for this new year.
Susi
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Susi, wonderful to hear this resonates – thank you! My aging is so different from my parents’ (I’ve already outlived both) and I keep wondering if I’m in my autumn or my winter?? Either way, I’m still here! And aiming to stay longer! Here’s to persistence – likewise, wishing you and Dean a 2022 blessed with cures and vigor and love.
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Jazz, “hanging on a bit longer” love this! “When will I plop”…love how you took a single observation and birthed it into something so profound…all the whilethe dogs are messing around.
Betty McCrearybdownes211@aol.comhttps://naturalmusings.blog
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Betty, thanks – must be a sign of evolution on my part that I can experience spontaneous meditation while two Labradors frisk about competing with squirrels for yard dominance. (I owe it to the dogs insisting we go out early, before morning coffee …)
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I have a redbud that inspires. In August 2019, a long-dead, 50 ft, hickory fell in my yard, splitting a red bud that had a fork about 4 ft. off the ground.
I cut the redbud off at about 18 inches. By the following spring, four or five sprouts came out of the base of the remaining trunk. I trimmed all but two, and this picture shows the “new” tree, 29 months after the disaster.
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Fantastic recovery! Or perhaps the right word is response – making best of a dramatic change to circumstances…
We have several redbuds – the folded leaf on one planted about a year ago – its lower limbs just above eye level. Fast growing tree!!
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Like the poem and the photo. Please don’t fall anytime soon. I’m glad to see your redbud is doing well. I still don’t have one. We do have a pear tree in glorious fall foliage, but my attempts to get a good photo have not been successful.
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My photo success with foliage is hit & miss – I get excited when the photo resembles what caught my eye!
We have a volunteer oak (not live oak) in the middle of my crinums with gorgeous red leaves … we may let it stay.
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So lovely. I feel the meditation.
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Thanks, VJ – glad the vibes carried through.
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They did! You’re welcome.
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Sweet poem, Jazz! And you, my dear, are not going to plop for a long, long time. 👍🙂
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Thank you – I have moments when plopping sort of appeals … but then I catch sight of something that sets my gears spinning, and plopping will just have to wait.
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Some of the Oak leaves on the Oak in the backyard are tenaciously hanging in there (and it’s getting to be late January). They are the extremely wise ones! 😉
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Oh, I like your associations! (I am known to be a bit stubborn about letting go of many things … )
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This is such a lovely analogy, Jazz. Yes, we all fall in our time but that last one, tenaciously hanging on, is such a blessing. I am so glad you noticed it (and you were out looking at the moon again 🙂 !) and share this deep and personal thought with us. Hang in there girl, you have much beauty to share.
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LuAnne, thanks – yes, I aim to hang on a while!
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Such a tender comparison to the leaf. The sight of a single leaf hanging on always fills me with thought!
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Thank you! Each leaf has unique beauty, but the last one, singled out, shines. This one grabbed my focus.
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Jazz,
Your poem resonates with me. I love the trees in all of their stages. I can picture you being struck by the beauty of this one leaf. It is holding on and it is beautiful in its tenacity.
Wishing you wellness and peace.
Ali
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Ali, thank you – wishing you, too, wellness and peace
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To read this poem again, and again. It is this moment come to all of us. Come to us now clearly in this change, in this shift, in grief and wonder. In the notice of the real is peace. Thank you.
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Lilie, my thanks to you – many of us are having awareness moments triggered by the Ukraine conflict – my aim is to stay receptive to both news from abroad and associations in my proximate space. Miles between, yet all one.
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Oops – apologies – you were responding to Golden Fold, not Bow To Endurance.
So glad you find Golden Fold so relevant. Change, grief for that lost in change, and wonder what’s next are very relevant to both aging (Golden Fold) AND to current world events (Bow To Endurance) – many thanks!
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