I had to Laugh.....

Hello everyone!  By the way, thank you for comments I have been getting, its nice to know that people are reading the blog......

I think I'll cover a few topics today.... some that have made me laugh a bit lately.

I've been curious about this  new hot book "Fifty Shades of Grey." Now, this book apparently is not for the faint of heart and has some very explicit topics. I went back and forth...do I, don't I. So I was reading some reviews etc. One in particular made me laugh....Some 'man' was commenting that the popularity of this book was simply due to the fact that this may be the first sexually explicit book that women have read! Hence, the reason for the popularity. God forbid it should be popular because it is well written, and likable! LOL..now who is this ass? I wonder,  because what a ballsy ( or shall I say lack thereof) kind of statement it that?  I hazard a bet that those choosing this book are not afraid of a little steam.  Made me wonder if this guy was a author, and how exciting his books might be to read. ( yes, sarcasm, intended!) So, this propelled me to read it. I love a challenge, and frankly this 'review' drove me to it. I started reading it today, I'll let you know if I can handle it. LOL

I think I have about had it with the news and all of these concerns about my health and well being. I was listening to the news the other day and all I was hearing was the risks of this, the downfalls of that. That essentially - all things are bad for you.  The topper was this new study on BMI (Body Mass Index). Turns out that number may not be tough enough to achieve!  Now this study of approximately 1800 people (hello!! How is this a valid study?) says that those who think they are healthy, and have a good BMI, don't. What the hell does that mean?  I'm not perfect and my BMI is not in the range it should be. (This would mean I would have to weigh 110lbs, I'm not sure I was EVER that!). Anyway, I was struck at how stupid this all was.  The people they were interviewing had perfectly, healthy, looking bodies!!! Seriously! What was the point.  To shame the country into getting healthier?  Yeah, I'm not sure that's workin' for anybody.  So, I am screwed with the BMI thing - but funny thing to mention here. Just got my physical and all of my blood work, etc. is excellent.  Not a concern in sight! AND I don't weigh 110! Yahoo!!

Had to watch a video on corporate ethics. You know the one, where we are told not to accept gifts etc. All good practices. I remember when these new, stricter laws were passed by our politicians. To better protect us, the consumer, from a business deal that might be clouded by a steak dinner, or a golf game. But then it struck me.... I wonder if our Washington politicians have to watch these yearly ethics reminders. And, hey, how would things be if we indeed, no longer had politicians taking those elaborate trips, or many , many fine dinners from the lobbiest? Hmmm.. do you think that these gifts influence our politicians? Yup, I wonder who makes the ethics video for Congress?  Had to laugh at that one!

Finally -. I turn 44 this coming week...Geez, remember when 40 was old! My birthday's don't bother me number wise, they bother me growth wise. Did I do enough this last year to grow? Did I achieve the goals I set for myself? Not sure about that. There are things that I lost that I wished I hadn't. There are things I gained, that I wish I hadn't. But I also gained alot of good things too. It was a tough year, 43. Probably, the whole "Year of Canadian Adaptation" that I experienced. I continually work, to try to find the best me I can. I struggle with how to marry the women who wears the carharts and mucks the barn, to the one who loves to shop at Nordstroms and smell great leather products at Coach and Burberry. Still working on that one.
 So, here's to 44!!!! I have this really cool, old window, hanging in my living room, that speaks volumes to me. I bought it because of what it says and I think, this year, this will be my motto.........

Life should not be a journey to the grave with  the intention 

of arriving safely, in an attractive & well preserved body

but rather to skid in side ways, chocolate in one hand, 

wine in the other, body thoroughly used, totally worn out 

and screaming

'Woo Hoo, what a ride"

What a great thought! To get the most out of it! To enjoy and love the way we should! Chocolate and wine included. 

So, grab a glass luvs! Got chocolate? Take a deep drink( I suggest a Cab), wait.... ok, now a bite of chocolate.  Ymmmmm....do you feel it?  A lot of life there! 

Go out an enjoy it. Change things that you might not like - be happy ! Embrace things around you! Find what makes your soul, not someone else, whole. Take the risk! The wine and chocolate are good for you! Oh, wait, you didn't hear that story? They really are, I heard it on the news! LOL!!!!

Have a great birthday this year everyone!!!

My Take Away.....

 If you know me at all...you know I love to sing. Always have - always will. I love the stage, I love the energy, I love what it gives me. But, I don't sing like I dreamt I would at one time in my life. There was a time when all I could think of was doing theater.... I had my share of success, leads in school plays, the 'permission' to attend the School of Performing Arts in Columbus. I also had a summer of study at Carnegie Mellon University, where I studied musical theater. Then I began to explore other types of music and found I had a nitch for the jazz standard.  I loved the tone of it - the story being told. College came along, and I had to find a musical place to study. I started at Capital University in the Vocal jazz program in 1986, ready to pave a path.
I wasn't the strongest singer at that time, and a relative rookie to the 'art' of jazz. I just loved to sing. I began the adventure but in my quite moments I wondered if this was something that I could do for a living? Hoped so, but down deep, I wasn't sure I was good enough. I wasn't sure I had it in me to make the sacrifice needed to find fame.
   As I progressed, I began to discover that having an emotional connection to the music wasn't enough. Loving the words and the sounds of the chords wasn't enough. Loving it wasn't enough to make it.
This is where I learned the lesson of the music elitists.  The critical eye of the musician who played their instrument but was critical of mine.
 I will never forget the awful class of Improvisation.  Now, I am here to tell you that this is an art. I don't care what you play, either you can, or you try. I tried, and today I have one hell of an appreciation of it. This was a hard class and I didn't have a good teacher.  Said 'teacher' wasn't exactly stable, I don't think. He was judgmental and not afraid to pass the judgement. I was always amazed at how the guys in my class thought he was so talented. Because, in my mind, I wasn't getting the connection. He had no emotional connection to the music that he could share. It was all internal?
 Then, the ultimate day - one which changed me.  He stood at the front of the class and announced that "Singer's weren't really artists because they don't play a 'real' instrument.' And the group of naive boys, nodded their heads and laughed right along with him. I was crushed. And not too much longer after than I withdrew from the music program and went another direction. I left friends and boyfriends behind in that moment. Now I realized that I had to find my own way, my own success, in my own time. But at that time I was just hurt and pissed!   I had made some wonderful friends at the conservatory and we all bonded in being the music geek. But, on that one day - they really had the opportunity to be the bully of sorts, and they were.
Looking back, I know there was no malice in them, just extreme insensitivity to an art that most of them couldn't even do.
From there, I didn't sing for years. Sure, friends heard me sing. I even sang to my husband during our wedding. But I didn't perform anymore. As life moved on, and I grew, and I gradually started to get back into theater and I had a blast. Yes, theater came with its drama - but hey, at least you got some of the best projecting the drama! lol!
So, you're asking yourself, 'Where in the hell did this come from?" It came from a personal revelation today. In that huge moment of loss, I gained a lot. I still love the music.
See, I have about a 30 minute commute to work. And in that 30 minutes I perform for millions. I rock to my music, sing with the song list that I created on my iPod. I cry at the same places, anticipate THE moment in a song that drives you home. Its great!  I have cried in that time, laughed, sang with anger at those who sucked at that moment, and loved it all. I get out of my car, ready for work, or whatever, feeling satisfied at my brief fantasy performance!
See, I still love the music. I haven't drown in it. I haven't been jaded by it and I still feel passionate about the discovery of it.
My voice has changed a great deal since that classroom back in the 80's. I have a depth there, a solidness and sense of emotion that is hard for any 18-19 yr old to understand.  I think, all in all, I am pretty good. But, this time around, I am not meant for fame. And to be honest, its really OK. I would like to find a band to sing with I think. But, seems as though most bands want a 20 yr old fronting them.( Cracks me up actually, That 20 year old can't bring the experience of life to the song. So, I wait for a band.)
The overall point ties in with my other blogs.  There may be moments that strips you raw, shakes a dream and drives a change. But, it really is in how, you, manage that change. What you decide to do with it. That matters.
 I find that experience gave me a few great take away's. I knew, as a teacher, I would never humiliate a student and kill a dream. That I would foster, encourage and nurture. That I would not be a musical elitist - but just a lover of all music. I would not judge those who performed with me, but encourage the expression. See, said teacher and boys in the class - that moment is probably not even one you all remember. And, that's OK. And they probably shouldn't, it wasn't their moment. But,  if by chance any of them ever come across this blog (LOL), I hope they grew in their own ways, and learned to appreciate all musicians, singers included.
 For a time, I let one fairly, emotionally empty, individual take a dream. But I grew new ones, and it all turned out pretty good. Do I wish it had turned out different? I don't think I would. But I do wish that I had been strong enough to manage those relationships better.  I miss a lot of those people. But above all else, it was my mistake to let words someone said drive that the decision to leave music all together.
So, I'll keep singing in my car. Remembering a certain Mr. D.W from G town who loved a certain Natalie Cole song that I sang. My forever friend Jen who would belt " I Will Survive" with me. My husband, who still cries a bit if he catches me performing in the living room. My good friend, Linda, who wanted me to leave her a tape when I left Colorado. My friends at Prairie Playhouse who helped bring back the love of theater.

I wish those boys from that improvisation class could hear me now..........
because in the end we were (are) all artists. With different talents, who needed to learn tolerance.  If given a chance, they could have learned from my instrument too.
Funny how that parallels life.
Love and Peace....Till next time......

Assumptions........Need I Say More?

I had an epiphany this morning, I finally figured out what word I have been looking for to describe frustration, and I found it...assumption. I find this epiphany pisses me off and humbles me at the same time.  As I have written over the last year I have been trying to pinpoint the word that could add an understanding to what I have been feeling and assumption is about right.
Here's why... I find that in life, no matter the gender, quality or culture, this word has not always served us well. Assumptions have started wars, ended marriages and stopped friendships and guided some bad decisions..... we look at them to help or think they are helping, but in the end some assumptions can lead to a troubled self.

Now, at the same time I am pissed I am also humbled by the fact that I too live on the assumption a lot of the time. So, I am not in the clear here..... but it does lock some things into place.  Lets look at it for a moment.

 We hear it on TV - we see it on the news, we read it in the paper.... whatever political affiliation you have .. you MUST believe this or that.  If you say you are a Christian then you MUST believe my way...If you claim another religion then this MUST be how you act. If you are a single mom or dad then  it MUST mean this. If you are overweight then you MUST do this and not be THAT.  Truly I could go on, but do you see the point?

We base belief and inner guidance on assumptions. Then, if we feel someone has assumed something, we get pissed and we assume back..... a bitch of a cause and effect.
On a more personal note, here are some assumptions I have experienced - That if you are a strong, independent women (or man), and you convey this is in your day to day living, that it MUST mean you don't need support - or friends. That even if you are a good listener it doesn't mean that you don't need someone to listen to you sometimes....  Of course we all need support. I have to know as a mom and a wife that if these things are drivin' me crazy that I am merely human because they are drivin' you crazy too!   

Personally, I look back and think of some of my most relevant or truly great moments. They were when I felt like someone understood. Put moms in a room alone (dads too, but in your own room) and listen to them.  We open up and laugh, cry, voice frustrations, all because someone else, in our same situation said 'Yeah, I hear ya! I feel that way too!' Put any profession in a room together with like professionals and listen to how a short moment of bonding happens, after one person opens the conversation up with 'Hey, have you had this happen.' Ever feel like the skeletons in your closet, for instance family situations, are truly only your own? Then one day someone says..."Well... this person in my family did this...." and how elated you feel when you find out that someone else has had a similar experience. Or the biggie - 'I thought, by this that you did, that it meant you felt this way' and how we have based that assumption and made it fact and at made life decisions based on it. Without really asking that person.

As a teacher ( something I miss a great deal) I finally figured out that one of the things I was trying to teach was to not assume anything. Ask my past students, I always talked of other cultures, ideas, and situations with the idea that if we thought about it, asked the right questions, then we might learn something new.

 However, on a spin side, assumptions can also be a good thing. Women - assume that you need to always be aware when you are out a lone - not to assume that you WILL get hurt, but that you MUST be ready to defend yourself.  Assume that the person driving and swerving around might be impaired, back off, call for help. Assume that if someone is hurt they might need your assistance.
 I guess the key in all of this is to ask.... ASK! Communicate, ask the questions, find the answers.

Here are some truths. I miss all my friends and wish them all well. I ask that you not assume that I am not communicating with you. Ask - I find emails and text messages and phone calls are floating in the Canadian Rockies and not getting delivered. But I also sense some see that as my excuse - they assume that excuse, because you aren't in my reality right now. Just ask....text again, resend the email.

In the end, it really is all about the effort and what we want to try. Think about it... see if it fits, the trying thing. I will not assume anyone reads these self indulgent blogs, but I will KNOW that when I wrote them, I only wanted to promote understanding.
I like the knowing part - feels good. 

We keep Learning, and Learning and Learning.....

Well.... I'm back. It has been a rough few months folks!  But The Ellis' are pulling through. I have had a lot to say, yet I wasn't sure how to say it. There has just been so much to absorb with this cultural change and to be honest I decided in November, after losing Dusty,that I need to pull the ranks in and keep my family going. We have had a lot go on and some  we didn't expect...which leads into the point of the blog today.
As some of you saw in my Facebook post today I was quite upset by a newscast I watched this morning. An expert had come on to the news to explain the American Political Process (the primary elections to be specific).  And I stood there shocked by the words being used. Our political process was called a blood bath - among other things. It gets grittier but it struck me as harsh, not because I am defending the political process, but because the net, net of the whole informational story was to simply say - The American process is horrible, they have gotten what they deserve and that our process here (Canada) is so much better......on and on...... and it all hit me! No matter how much we want or wanted to fit in here, we really don't. There is a huge anti-American movement that lives here in Canada. And it made me sad, because when we started this journey we were ready as a family to embrace Canada and all it was. We came with open attitudes, a basic historical foundation that helped us understand the country ( because contrary to popular thought, I taught Canadian history) and we thought, it would be a great adventure. But, we found out that wouldn't be the case.  We've hit a lot of brick walls and have had some tough realizations that have made us grateful to have each other and to live on this farm. It really has been our saving grace. We have had to accept that I am not employable here - the American thing adds a negative. I love my job at Home Depot, so I am employed so I am referring to teaching here - but in all of my research to teach and any corporate jobs tied in with education are met with road blocks - no interest. Now I have to say, my work family at the Home Depot has been my saving grace really. I really love working there and I love the people. These are some great people, work hard, laugh well and support each other.  There is some good natured teasing about me being an American, but all in all, its been a very positive experience. And I have to attribute that to the fact that we all took time to get to know each other - asked questions, etc. I have made good friends here - and for that I am eternally thankful.  I can see me building a possible work future with this company and I am SO glad that they took a chance on me. But it still is a change, a huge change from teaching. 
 But I hold on to the idea that there really is a point to us being here and we are learning a lot about self and others.  We are at an interesting place - we don't know if the work will keep us here or if we will go back to the states.  And I can't get an answer to that - no matter how hard I try. lol! Here is what I know -  I know who I am and who the Ellis' are. We are good people. And I'd like to think that those who have taken the opportunity to get to know us feel the same.  We have found things here that we love, and we will continue to explore!
I wanted to love it here! I just wish the country as a whole loved having us here. Its humbling, and perhaps a huge character builder. It just hurt really - to be an outcast. So, we'll carry on.... strive to be better and live a good life with what we've got. Make friends here and love the ones we miss at home. The journey continues folks, and THAT is the point really. To take the journey and learn from it. 

Love and Lessons

This has been a very sad week for the Ellis household, we lost one of our own, Dusty, our horse.  It was a very sad discovery in the barn that Thursday morning and has affected all of us, including his partner, Ace. It was a sudden and unexplained loss and as in any loss great sadness and strengths you didn't know you had emerge.
On Wednesday, he and Jeff had a great day hunting in the bush, and I firmly believe that one of Dusty's final great missions was to get Jeff home, and he did. If he had been in pain, or sick he certainly wasn't showing any signs of that. Like I said, sudden and unexplained. However, that doesn't really help, the unexplained. Because you always want to know why. But in this case, acceptance was the key and in the end there really wasn't a need to know why.
But, here is what I do know. Without us, Dusty would have been sold and killed a long time ago. See, when we got Dusty, unbeknownst to us, he was imperfect in the horse world. I knew when I heard that, that this was why we had him. To give him a good place and love for awhile. No one could guareentee us anything. That one day he wouldn't end up lame and have to be out down. But I knew, we had to keep him, so he joined the Ellis Brood and we learned.  I probably wasn't the best horse owner,  and I hadn't been spending time with him like I should have been lately. But I was kind of lost in the horse ownership club, because in all reality I didn't know what in the hell I was doing! It seems that this world of horse ownership is exclusive and full of people who either won't share the 'how to', or tell you too much so that you are overwhelmed.  Either way it has been baptizing by fire and learning on our feet. So, if we had known more, could we have spotted something being wrong? Maybe, but I think probably not.  I am a firm believer in things happening as they should.
When I got home to spend my last few minutes with himDusty alone, I found myself apologizing to him, I think for not having more time with us.  I spent some time talking to him, and loving him and saying goodbye.  It sucked.  Gary Allen "Life Ain't Always Beautiful' sang in my ear as I combed out his tail to keep.  But, through it all I knew I was doing it right, the mourning part. I was looking at him, touching him, saying my goodbyes and crying. But it was right. Did it hurt less, no, but it was healthy and I was proud of me for that. Jeff and I helped Michael through it as well. There is nothing worse than being the parents who have to tell your son that something he loved died. But as in Ellis fashion, we "Did it up right", had a little ceremony and said our goodbye's.  We tied his tail in green ribbon and positioned it over a frame in the house. We celebrated his life over a great dinner that weekend and toasted him with love and thanksgiving for what he brought to us.
Lessons I learned here? Well, that the love of a horse is unique and surprising. That being a 1000lbs didn't mean you weren't smart and wise. See, I think Dusty knew we had saved him the first time. He learned to trust us and loved us in return.  He put us through the paces and tried our patience at times. He was also a great partner to Ace, and will be sorely missed.
Watching a horse mourn is a tough thing to do. That day in the field, Ace wanted nothing to do with me, he was quite and sullen. He knew Dusty had died and he was, well, just lost. But as we stood out in the field, ut walking with him Ace finally came up to Jeff and butted his arm, kind of saying, I'm sad too.  When Ace and I were alone and I was crying, he bent down and sniffed my cheek and the tears and leaned into me a bit - I knew at that moment that he knew I understood.
So, where do we go from here? Well, I think that's my lesson too. I think we will get another horse. I realized that in being with Dusty, in my boots and jeans that I really liked it. I sometimes get stuck in what I don't know, but I like it. I had missed the barn, the smells, the grooming, the quite.  So, we will find another horse, and bring it into the brood. I hope that we find one who hasn't quite had the best life maybe and that we get to teach him what goodness is all about.
Love and loss. That sums it up doesn't it? Horses are awesome creatures who offer the world beauty and magnificence. I loved to watch Dusty and Ace run, what a beautiful sight. And that's where I think I will leave this one. With that image in my head, of the freedom in that run.  I need to go bring Ace in, and help him, because he is very sad right now. The Carharts, boots and leather gloves, in the negative temperatures.  All out to to meet Ace nostril to nostril and get a but in the arm, wanting to know where his treats are. Because in the end, its what Dusty taught me, how to love a horse. And for that gift, I will always be thankful.

Chicago is my kind of town!!

Well, I took a great journey this last week and traveled to one of my favorite spots, Chicago! I truly love this town and have been there quite a few times, and will go back again. I feel a great energy there, and love it each time. This time I added a new twist. I spent some time there alone. I traveled there and met up with one of my best friends, Brian and we spent 4 days learning Chicago and its museums! We laughed ourselves to tears more than a few times and had great conversations.  Then I spent three days there all by myself. It was awesome!
This is the first time I had done this and it was a test flight per say - to see if I would. And guess what I could and I did, successfully! Some of you might wonder, why do this on your own? But for me it was important because I felt the need to test this independence streak in myself. How comfortable would I be, in a city all alone. How would I eat! lol. Would I shop, like I wanted. Would I really go to the theater?
The answer to all of these, was a resounding yes! And I have to admit, I loved it! This isn't to say that there were quite a few moments when I had to step out of my comfort zone and trudge on ahead, but it was a great experience. I would recommend it to anyone; to give it a try sometime.
Here are some highlights.
Mary Poppins! I went to see the musical Mary Poppins and it was fantastic! I sat and watched one of my childhood 'hero's' come to life and enjoyed it on many levels. As always, I yearn to be on that stage and enjoy watching it from a performers background. I know a lot of whats going on behind the scenes and somehow I feel like I am in on a secret. It makes the show all the more enjoyable.  I also just sat there and watched it all come to life. The music, the dancing, the sets!! All were amazing. But I also enjoyed going alone.  Because this time it was my experience. I could simply watch and absorb. It was very personal for me and being there, on my own.  It solidified, for me, the lover of theater that I am, the knowing that I needed to have music and theater in my life in some way.  It was a great moment!
Shopping in Chicago was a beautiful experience, as always. I won't go into too much detail, because well, you really need to go yourself. But, I will admit to stepping into Nordstroms on the second floor and having a bit of a moment.  Being a lover of shoes, this is a truly beautiful store! And when one whole half of floor is devoted to the art and display of the shoe, well, its brings just a bit of misting to the eye! And it did for me. I had a great experience with my sales consultant and came away with some great purchases. You simply need to go, to just see it.
Eating in Chicago - again a tremendous experience for the taste buds. One you must go out and explore. I found this the hardest to do on my own. But it really was  simply walking through the door and getting my table. I simply got out my Kindle or enjoyed people watching. I enjoyed wine and good food and was treated very well. It was nice, peaceful in a way. Indulgent too.....but well worth it.
Sleeping in Chicago. I gotta give props to the Omni Chicago!! Great place to stay. I felt very safe there and looked after. This is an important element. If you travel alone, you must feel safe. So, book a room in place that you feel good in.  Spend that extra little bit to get this, you won't regret it.
So, what did I learn? Well, that I could do this, and have fun. It wasn't a hardship to be on my own - it was a nice break.  I was essentially taking care of myself.  Which I found was very important. We tend to go through life with our heads down and our eyes on the prize, whatever that is. But very rarely do we stop and take a breath and look around, on our own, and see whats out there. I really believe that this alone time needs to be done by more of us. You might like the break too. However, in the end,  its also good to get home....and ultimately, that perhaps is the best part. You get some 'me' time, but you also get to go home. Indulgent, perhaps. Gutsy, hell yeah... Worth it? Definitely. I enjoyed being by myself, but I also enjoyed getting back to my normal life.
So, I challenge you to think about doing it. Maybe not on this level, maybe for just one night to start, or maybe its going to Starbucks and going inside and getting a coffee and sitting alone, just to enjoy the latte! But try it. You might find you like yourself and your company.  Give it a try.  

I Love Fall!

I love the season of Fall. Don't you? I was thinking the other day about the seasons and all of the changes it brings. The colors, the temperatures, the precipitation. I, however, do miss the mid-western fall colors. So yesterday I went out and bought some. Now, I have the reds and oranges that I have been craving in the house and its great!
This all, believe it or not, lead me to some thoughts about change and empowerment. Now, there's a word that has been over used huh? But, I can't seem to find another substitution. Anyway - here's where I went with this. I empowered a change, simple that it is, to go out and buy the fall colors I was missing. But I began to wonder why that seemed like such a 'kick' to me. Then it clicked - I had made a decision to make a change and I had.
Now, let's move on from fall colors for a minute. Have there been other changes I have empowered myself to do - I could write a long list from small to large - of those. Some were great ones, some I needed to adapt and change. Some were designed by me and others designed for me.  And, then I found myself wondering about people in general, and saying, wouldn't it be great if everyone recognized within them, how they have indeed empowered themselves over the years.
So, take a minute, list them. Cool huh? It almost calls for a coffee chat right? To just sit and talk with someone about all that you have done and they share what they have done. I would love that. To have that conversation.
On the flip side of that, how many of you know someone stuck? Stuck in a pattern or a decision. Its hard isn't it, to see that. But, here's the thing. All you can do is support them. I have learned over the years, that me, myself and I cannot affect a change for someone else. I can only change me. So, while we all have those in our lives that we cannot change, we cannot be held back by them.  You don't have to stop yourself - from exploring and growing.  This doesn't mean you have to shake up your life or anything. Change comes in all sizes. (Then again, if a shake up would be good for you, then change away.) My point is - its OK to feel scared or nervous. But, its also OK to let go and to grow.  One cannot sacrifice themselves for others, including ones self.  It simply won't work, to ignore it. Because, in the long run, like the seasons, it'll come a knockin' whether you want it to or not.
So back to the fall colors. Take a look at a changing tree, if its an option for you.  You have it all on that tree. The golden ones that have already fallen. Some fell with grace, some laughing all the way down and I am sure, some felt sad, that summer was done. Then you have the ones dangling, waiting for the breeze. But so excited to see what its like, to float.
You have the half yellow, half green ones. A bit scared, but accepting what's happening, on their own time You have the all green ones, with gold on the tips. The ones that really liked being on that tree, but yet, are thinking about wanting something different. Then you have those stubborn ones that stay at the top, never fall, and will be a subtle reminder of crisp fall come winter, when you hear them.You know the ones, that turn brown and eventually only fall in the spring when the new bud forces them off the tree.
So, if you could just transport yourself a moment, which leaf would you like to be? Which one are you now? Because, no matter what, they are all an option for you.
Man! I love Fall, don't you?