The article below is taken from a nonfiction book called THE SEARCH by Tom Brown, JR. He grew up under the guidance of an Indian chief called Stalking Wolf and learned the way of the Indian.

I found this so inspiring, I wanted to share it with others...

Wanderings through the forest:

How beautifully the forest treats death.  How beautiful death is in the wild – not to be mourned but celebrated in this breathtaking manner.  The leaves brighten, then die.  The tree, colourless, mourns.  It’s right to mourn, natural to remain colourless, but only for a little while, a season.  The leaves will brown and decay, and their nourishment will enter again into the earth to feed the tree that gave them life.  So natural, so good, and so very simple.  Yet most of us miss it.  We rake the leaves and burn them, we put them in piles and put them out for the trash man.  Rather, we should let the wind work its magic and leave for us a beautiful carpet from its leaves.

We are so locked into order.  Everything must have its place, and we fail to see the natural order of things.  Leaves are untidy and must be raked.  Their presence on our lawns broadcasts neglect and laziness.  Their absence reflects order and control and pride.  If only all people could join me here, not physically but where I am spiritually, and relax and gently wander through creation and realize its order and beauty.  If only, I thought.

Regards

Gail

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