Riding the Wind

I am loving this blustery day.

I see falling leaves, and the spinning seems more like riding the wind than chaos. Maybe because I’ve stopped thinking of life’s turns as a loss of control and started letting myself be carried along.

Because the idea that I can control everything is an illusion, one I use sometimes when I need to feel secure.

But I don’t want to be a leaf that fears leaving the tree so much that the natural descent to the ground feels like spinning out of control.

I want to be a leaf that knows the seasons change and doesn’t fear the fall. A leaf that dances all the way down, swirling and spinning because this is exactly where I’m supposed to be so I might as well enjoy it.