Kelly Curry | Washington, DC
My eyes opened this morning to a framed silhouette of leaves rustling in the early morning breeze, street lamps illuminated shadows on the wall and I remembered that I am in DC, not back on the farm in Northern California.
My trip thus far has been like the rustling leaves in the dim light, cutting figures…outlines and impressions of my past, my work as a community activist doing my best for a better world…my beautiful family…our dreams and of course like all families…the quiet, inner sorrows.
Like the leaves rustling and the branches bending I have been trembling on the inside…alone with my doubts and insecurities about exactly what I am doing on this mystical journey to engage, report, offer mutual aid…encouragement and be encouraged myself…I don’t have anything figured out.
I just know that my Maker & Guides have told me in no uncertain terms that this is my road.
This is not a truth that is easily translated to the many, who live under a deep spell of what-when-where-how…and the most crippling and terrifying to divine creativity & manifestation…
SHOULD
I am here. Following my destiny.
Period.
The leaves are falling here on the East Coast. The vibrant gorgeous iridescent golds and shimmering purples and earthy beigey browns are whistling and whirling about creating their own jazz as they accumulate and compost in heaps and piles under trees and on the side of the road or simply swirl under our feet…leaving the branches bare and ready for the long winter.
The trees, connected deep underground to one another in their mycelial network will be nourished by the sun and the rain and snow and they will share this nourishment amongst themselves and they will rest and be quiet and while our worlds bustle and flurry around them they will be at the important inner work of following the impulses of their divinely timed blueprint. At some point, when it is time we will see the evidence of their important work and tiny infant buds will pop and spring from the branch…the beginnings of new life…new, fresh incarnations of their ancient formations will become evident to our senses and we will delight and be renewed by their beauty and their heralding of Spring and in time they will mature and be much like the leaves I watched sway in the silhouette this morning…dance and sway and tremble away from the branches and fall to the ground…but none ever again like the other…all connected from their roots but individual in their DNA and unique…like humankind…all dancing and sometimes trembling…together and sometimes alone….giving little if any evidence of the process that led to the magic…the beauty of the leaf that dances and trembles on a branch in a predawn Autumn silhouette in DC.