TEACHER
July 30, 2015
Birmingham
I am in training with a tree...there is much to learn from something with no need to teach. As many truths as leaves are falling all around. In the quiet stillness my rushing need to festoon myself with these truths is jarring. For just a moment, I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye...some illusive knowing just darted by. I pause while 'truth leaves' I have managed to attach dangle limply. Then my teacher's voice floats to me, "they are not a cloak dear child...you will never be a tree. They are but fertilizer for the you that you will be".
