Trees Part Two

So, in the Fall the place to be is my backyard. I have the most beautiful red maple that just lights up the entire space. It's another one of those trees, like my cherry tree in the spring, that commands the attention and has provided countless hours of support for children hanging upside down, been the backdrop for many pictures and has held any number of bird feeders and whirl a gigs and never complained a bit.

It's right outside my bathroom window so every morning and night I just watch it, waiting for the change and marveling at the color. This morning I was brushing my teeth and I had this random thought that maybe the tree was symbolic of our relationship to God. Or maybe how God sees us. We may think that we are the tree but really truly, we are the leaves. And each one of us is very important to the tree. We each have a job to do, birth, life, thrive, change and ultimately let go and fly away to allow the new crop to form, leaving our legacy to support the growth of the future.

And maybe some leaves go too early and some are taken too quick and some refuse to let go. Some are bigger and some are smaller but each one is it's own creation. I bet each leaf sometimes thinks they are the most important in the bunch and some may think it doesn't matter whether they are there or not but I'm sure there's a reason for each one to be there. Exactly that many, no more, no less.

Who's to say that any of these leaves are more or less important than the others?

You could learn a lot about life from watching a tree.

Don't tell anyone, but it's my private belief that the real reason for animals, plants and trees are to help us learn about ourselves. And maybe vice versa. See, the Genesis thing? Metaphor. Symbolic. Very, very powerful. Like yoga poses. Hmmmm.