Autumn-Finding my spiritual, metaphorical and literal roots.

 Maybe its because I grew up in the country, where trees out number buildings a thousand to one. Maybe it's because no matter where I go they're there to remind me to stay grounded. Maybe it's because they've been here so long and have seen it all, and will see more after I'm gone.  Maybe it's because they're planted deep into the earth while everything else runs frantically around.  But they remind me of God. Or whatever you want to call it. I think Love is a better word. Love with a Big L because its the Big love, the one that makes the energy that makes the matter that makes the everything. Yeah, I'll stick with that for now. The trees remind me of Love. They remind me that nature knows best, that everything will pass, and that the world will keep on turning no matter how crazy life may be today. I like looking up and seeing their arms over my silly little head, spread out like a giants outstretched hand - covering me from a high height and giving me lots of room to grow. Maybe its the colours and the way the leaves are like a lace lampshade for the sky. The change in colours through the seasons, adapting and surviving and thriving. The colours grab me and shake me awake and tell me that the world is full of awe inspiring beauty if I'd just open my eyes to it. The quietness, the still, except for those days when the wind wants to make noise... and the trees let it. They tell me that there will always be those who make you sway, make you ruffle, make you bend, and sometimes you break a little, but afterwards, life goes on, and you just keep growing. Maybe its sentimental, but whenever I get sentimental I feel my spirituality come alive - I'm savoring the moments, the beauty, the pain, the life that's rushing through my veins and making me feel everything. And when I'm feeling everything, I know I'm feeling my spirit, which is everyone's spirit, which is Love.