It’s spring now. The only leaves I don’t pay as much attention to as the new leaves, are last year’s old, dead leaves. They haven’t disappeared. Some of them are decayed, some are still decaying. Those that have turned into compost have transitioned from the stiff brittle memories of last year into rich soil that new beginnings, new growth, new vegetable plants and more will grow from.
Life and our memories aren’t so different. Our memories fade and fall to the wayside like so many leaves. The colorful ones remain in our photo albums, or pressed into scrapbooks or crafts. But most simply fall to the side. If we recycle them, they can become soil for our future. We learn, build and make them part of our lives in different ways. Some people can see leaves as the things or people in their lives that don’t last, or don’t last long enough. However you see them, it’s hard not to notice that leaves, like life, undergo tremendous changes at certain seasons.
Admittedly, leaves can be great imagery and metaphor for life, growth, death and change, but they can also be metaphors for events, memories and actions. What are the “leaves” in your life and how do you see them as imagery for your personal journey?