The beauty of Nature is not just in her magnificence but
in her innate wisdom.
I am reminded of this on a November morning walk in the forest.
An unusual but not unheard of 17 degrees for an Irish winter. A warm breeze
shushes through the trees causing a soft swirl of ochre flakes to fall around
me. It really is a magical moment and I look upwards at the leaves, now dead
and discarded yet beautiful in their last flight as they float to the forest floor
to converge with the previous fallen to eventually form a nutrient rich mulch
that will sustain the surrounding flora. Mother Nature is doing timelessly and
effortlessly an act that we as humans continuously struggle with – the art of
letting go.
Of my own struggles and from conversations with friends,
letting go seems to be the one thing that is universal to all humans. Whether it
is a real or imagined jibe, intended or unintended rejection. We hold unto, ruminate on and regurgitate
these situations, to the point that we miss the beauty of the moment around us
whilst mulling on our perceived injustices that have passed.
As I am writing this I am reminded of a situation where I
once had a very bright, very lime
green raincoat. I never gave it much thought other than it was handy to have in
your bag should it start raining. On one such occasion I was getting on a bus
wearing said jacket when one of a group of teenage boys sitting at the back of
the bus shouted out, “hey look, “Kermits on the
bus”. I can remember that now as if it
was yesterday, the embarrassment of being publicly laughed at and ridiculed…
that actual situation happened over 40
years ago.
So lets take a leaf out of Mother Natures book, trust in the process, and let it go.
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