--Natalie Goldberg, from Writing Down the Bones
|For Texture Tuesday: Processed with 2 layers of "Autumn Burst" and 1 layer of "And Then Some"|
The crisp fall air is alive with myth and magic. The changing colors of the trees makes life a tangible wonderland as shimmering gold fills up the windows and leaves crackle underfoot. Each leaf takes on a life of its own and is appreciated apart from the tree--but as a microcosm of the tree--each with color unique and veins like branches, beautifully aged with tears and scars.
How do you make even your ordinary moments "mythical?" Perhaps the answer lies in telling the story. Life is what we make it--the way we preserve precious moments and capture the magical, mythical quality of even things as simple as leaves.
But before we can tell the story, we must look at life and really see it--record our fleeting glimpses of Heaven in our hearts and on scraps of paper with mindfulness and complete surrender to the moment. Because just as a tree is composed of leaves and a body is composed of cells, a life is composed of minutes--each one integral to the whole.