Tree Perspective

Walking in the Autumn Woods

The Woods is in the process of changing It’s clothes, for the winter season. Carefully shedding summer’s wear of green leaves, for the barren branches that hold the buds of next year’s cloth. But, She does not drop these garments on the forest floor carelessly, as a drunken sot, prior to fumbling into bed. Rather, each leaf is carefully placed, yet dancing it’s way to the ground. Amongst the spinning, tumbling, gently gliding, the side shuffling and bumping, almost always presenting some sort of spiral dance, these leaves take their place, on the ground, eventually to become some part of someone’s home or cover, compost for the future, even insulation against the winter’s frost.
A quiet rattling in the overstory, brought on by just the slightest movement of air, provides the catalyst to prompt us to look upward, and pause, taking in the event of another cast of leaves bringing our attention to focus on their independent dances, the last throws of their life, so it would seem, yet a grand, even humorous statement to their existence.
The morning fog hides the source of the voices overhead, searching in the mist for direction south, as they resume their travel to a warmer winter clime. These, the geese, remind us how easily our own way can be confused, if not for at least a moment, until we awaken from the fog, and heed the invitations we are given.
There are many of you who will never come to a place where you will be willing to experience the Woods and Life, as I do. There are many of you who would very much like to see, feel and know what I have to share, yet will never bring yourselves to step away from your own drama long enough to get even such a glimpse. Then, there are those of you who welcome the opportunity to “feel” a different perspective, a real opportunity to share what the Woods has to teach us and even help us to heal what we have lost.
I welcome you, to take a walk with me, that you might understand, if even for a moment, what it means to live our lives, “by invitation only”.

Peter J Quandt

2 Comments

  1. Peter Quandt

    Thank you!

  2. Carol June

    This is beautiful!

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