A Golden Leaf
by Regis Auffray
Rated "G" by the Author.
edited: Friday, December 11, 2009
Posted: Friday, December 11, 2009
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A Golden Leaf
[thoughts from ~ burning woman ~ by Sha'Tara]
A long, slim leaf, still bearing the colors of Fall blew into the basement entrance inside the house. I'm pretty sure it was a willow leaf. I saw it there, limp and wet but being occupied with the immediate and necessary task of removing rain vestments, boots and other warm winter clothes I didn't remember to sweep the leaf up. So it stayed on the cement floor, in the furnace room. Later that night I could still see it in my mind. Mostly yellow, with brown spots. Pointed at both ends and almost perfectly straight. It was about 4 inches long. I don't know why I remembered that particular leaf: many have blown in on the blustery winds we have experienced of late.
The next morning, as I turned the lights on and entered the furnace room, I saw the leaf. It had dried up during the night and curled itself into a perfect circle, a golden ring on the floor.
I'm sure there is a scientific explanation for this transformation. And to the unobservant eye, it's just what is. But to an observer this is a real miracle. Not just that a wet leaf, in drying, would curl itself into a perfect ring, but the thought of 'why' does it happen in that particular way? Going back to some theoretical beginning, say, of the willow tree that bore those leaves, did someone, some creative entity, design it in just that way, so when the leaf dried it would curl up into a ring? Perhaps this creating being was marooned here, on planet Earth, and this ring reminded her of home, or of a lover who once wore her golden ring? So she made trees that bore leaves which, upon drying would leave thousands of golden rings upon the ground. Then she would pick up one of those rings, slip it on her finger and cry her heartbreak for days and days. Perhaps she died there, among her golden rings.
There is never a single, cut and dried, explanation for anything. Everything carries within itself the Mystery of its beginning. As does everyone of us. We don't know. Now there's nothing wrong with not knowing but what saddens me the most is that creatures as intelligent as Homo Sapiens would take so little care to ponder their beginnings, for I now understand enough about life and 'parallels' to realize that we have countless beginnings. We do not 'come from' just one place. We are not just one person, living one short life to some meaningless end (and I would add, knowing what I know that whether we end up in heaven or in hell it is just as meaningless), never to be heard of again. We could tell a thousand stories of how we began; a million stories of how we got here. And still, our book would not even have one page written.
The day after I saw the golden willow leaf ring on the floor, I searched for it but it was gone. Again, I'm sure there's a simple explanation for that: being dried up and much lighter, it blew away into some dark corner when the furnace blower cut in. Such an explanation would satisfy most people… and pass me another beer, Sam. But it does not satisfy me. I can 'see' this golden ring rising up and floating through the wall and out. It rises up into the sky and next thing I know, there it is, around the full moon rising over there in the east.
We need common sense and we need logic in order to make it through a life on Earth. But we don't need to be bound by such limiting concepts, do we. We are endowed with imagination. We just need to bring that out of the realm of 'fiction' and give it at least as much legitimacy as the other things we believe in so dearly, yet clearly do not fulfill us, satisfy us or even make us one bit happier. I know now that 'intelligence' is not determined by a fortuitous birth, education or belief systems. It is shaped by our imagination and dreams, and where these are relegated to childish fantasies you will find a society that is hypocritical and predatory; a society sick with boredom and platitudes and destroying itself.
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|Reviewed by Melissa Mendelson (Reader)
|Our greatest vice is closing the door and just accepting. We have those technical toys to keep the mind from opening the door, just a bit to see what truly exists before the eye, but then we close the door again. But your wonderful piece breaks that door open enough for us to catch a glimpse, a view of the beautiful, golden leaf.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Parker
|Amazing how you were able to elaborate so beautifully on that in such an interesting way!
|Reviewed by Michelle Schaeffer
|I think the Golden leaf turning into a golden ring is a reminder that there is an eternity,- An endless ring of life!
Great read and deffinately thought provoking!
Michelle lee Schaeffer
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|That is why I hug trees, I see life, being, relationship, a sense of mystery, a common bond, and I see, that you see, and that you see much further than that which is just in front of your nose, not only that, you have found a way to enrich us with your most beautiful experience and imagination, imagination, which after all is the prime source of an enriched life. Blessings! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|"ah, sweet mystery of life", Ron -- three frog hairs, no no certainly not -- but most assuredly, without any reservation, imagination, wonderful tantalizing and rewarding imagination Ron -- peace and love to you my friend -- I enjoyed reading your perspective -- Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Jerry Engler
|I love to hear you think here, Regis. There is such meaning in all of the seemingly small things about us----you made me imagine a sparkling clear atmosphere filled with a multitude of golden willow rings. There is such beautiful mystery to our lives--if and when we learn the total mystery of ourselves, we will be overwhelmed with the depth of it all in the those first few moments--and perhaps forever. To just think your thoughts is a beautiful wonderment of why we are here..........Jerry|
|Reviewed by Sudo Nym Poet in Motion
|I, like you, enjoy pondering - just for the sake of pondering. And that IS what we do; observe, contemplate, reiterate or regurgitate. The perpetual search for meaning/s on this path called life. A leaf, a rose, a lover. Thanks for the reminder of being present and paying attention. Sudo Nym ~ Poet in Motion|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Sometimes it's great to ponder small things. Great ideas come from that.
|Reviewed by Micki Peluso
What can I say? This was simply wonderful!Something only someone like you could write--so glad you did!
Love n' stuff
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Fanciful and thought provoking at the same time. Who knows maybe you were once the ring on the visitor's finger. Regis|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|there is always a gray area. Nothing is black and white totally. Nice write. Liz|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Man will dissect anything to find an explanation. The bird see a tree as a tree, man sees a tree as many things, logs for the fire place, carpenter's wood, material for make a cross...when was last time man saw a tree as a tree, like the birds?
See what you done with this article? inspiring!
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Regis, Debby said it best!|
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|What Common Sense!?
Society (Humans) Is Sick All Right...
|Reviewed by Richard Arrington
|We go through life asking, why? I ask this when my son past away and cried out for reason. We can't always understand the reason for such things and others, we can only have hope and endure life.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Taking the scientific approach to almost anything gives is result(s), but it seldom satisfies. Humans usually seek a much more spiritual explanation for the creation and death. We need to understand why, not just "why." It is the longing in the heart of mankind (womankind, personkind, don't wanna leave one single kind out) to search out explanations which result in nirvana for the short term and salvation in the long term. We do what we can to make sense out of all this, when making sense out of it belies human capacity.|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|love the encouragement of imigination...life is not all logic and intelligence|