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Golden Confetti Rain

November 1, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

The diamond-studded grass crunches under my feet this morning. A few cotton wisps feather across the cerulean sky. And I am standing in golden confetti rain.

The trees are letting go.

I struggle for words to describe what I see and hear.

Riffle. Ruffle. Whoosh.

Pitter. Patter. Plop. Plop.

Tumble. Twirl. Float. Flop.

It strikes me as ironic that the colder I get, the more I wear, the more I weigh.

But the colder hardwoods get, the less they wear, the less they weigh.

I pull out the sweaters, pack on the layers, curl into myself.

They strip bare. And stand tall and naked.

I feel the need to lie down under the tree in the front yard. I hold my camera aloft so those in passing cars don’t stop to offer assistance or call 911. The leaves brush my cheeks and cling to my hair. I note how they nestle in the crooks of the branches, and I contemplate the calluses that surround the pruning scars.

(Later I read that trees never heal from hurt. They can’t replace injured tissue, but they are capable of isolating it from healthy wood.)

I ponder this letting go, this stripping, this nakedness. And I realize that the light shines brighter because of it.

Celebrating On, In and Around Mondays with L.L. Barkat at Seedlings in Stone.

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  1. kingfisher says

    November 1, 2010 at 2:49 pm

    Beautiful photos! Beautiful thoughts! Thank you so much for sharing. May God bless you richly and abundantly today.

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:30 pm

      Thanks so much.

  2. Karen Lange says

    November 1, 2010 at 3:28 pm

    What lovely words and photos! Thanks for sharing. 🙂

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:30 pm

      Thanks, Karen.

  3. Ron says

    November 1, 2010 at 6:49 pm

    I added myself to follow your blog. You are more than welcome to visit mine and become a follower if you want to.

    God Bless You 🙂

    ~Ron

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:31 pm

      Thanks and welcome. I thought I was already following, actually. I am now.

  4. A Simple Country Girl says

    November 1, 2010 at 6:59 pm

    Sandra, what fun! And beauty!

    Our leaves are soggy wet and I am yearning for some crisp color in which to frolic. If you see me in your front yard, come out and join me, please! 😉

    Blessings.

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:31 pm

      I wouldn’t miss that opportunity!

  5. Jingle says

    November 1, 2010 at 7:27 pm

    you take my breath away.
    stunning images,
    love your taste.

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:31 pm

      Awww. Thanks.

  6. S. Etole says

    November 1, 2010 at 8:31 pm

    isolating injury from the healthy wood … what a concept to ponder

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:32 pm

      Indeed.

  7. in the hush of the moon says

    November 2, 2010 at 12:16 am

    incredible.

    you make me feel the trees.

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:32 pm

      Thanks, Emily.

  8. Cassandra Frear says

    November 2, 2010 at 10:39 am

    Letting go, being stripped, letting in more light. Those are loaded images. What spiritual riches might be found there. But it’s not quite comfortable, is it?

    Beautiful connections.

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:33 pm

      Not comfortable at all. But beauty in the discomfort.

  9. Susan J. Reinhardt says

    November 2, 2010 at 11:40 am

    Hi Sandy –

    I didn’t know trees isolate the damage from the healthy wood, but do not heal. I wonder if that’s true of any other plant life.

    Blessings,
    Susan 🙂

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:34 pm

      That’s certainly something to research. Could be a lot of devotional thoughts there. 🙂

  10. Carol Garvin says

    November 2, 2010 at 3:54 pm

    Wonder-filled images. Thanks for sharing the wonder of your morning experience in these beautiful words and photos.

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:34 pm

      Thanks so much, Carol.

  11. Jennifer@GDWJ says

    November 2, 2010 at 9:11 pm

    Much to love in this piece, dear one. But one of my favorite parts is you sprawled in fallen leaves, with camera in air to ward off 911 callers. 🙂

    And isn’t it reassuring to know that we who
    are the fallen,
    who have drifted,
    tumbled,
    twirled
    been grounded …

    that we are among the rescued?

    Love your words in this place, my cross-eyed friend.

    • Sandra says

      November 3, 2010 at 7:36 pm

      Dear Jennifer. I love how you took us from fallen to rescued. He doesn’t burn us or put us out with the trash. Love you, girlfriend.

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