The Fungus and the Slug

Listen.

Do you hear?

The leaves sing a different song in autumn.

Most of my life has been lived, and yet I never sensed the modulating harmonies of the leaf-song; so subtle and yet profound. There is a brittle edge, a sigh of leave taking. Perhaps it is only now, with the same song within, that I can hear.

How glad I am to be at last at home! In the forest, a quiet stage, I watch and hear the play of the circle of life.

Leaves fall; encircle their tree, feeding it and the leaves that will follow.

A maple falls. Its life spent, gives new life to the fungus and the slug. From brittle and fragile come the soft and the slime. The grand tree fallen back to ground. Ground transforms.

Minor to Diminished and then to Major; the song comes back to new life.

The brittle song transmuted.

4 Comments

Add yours →

  1. Seeing all aspects of life thru aspirational lenses.

    Like

  2. Absolutely wonderful photos, as in full of wonder ! As always: stunning imagery with words to match.

    Like

  3. I’ve been thinking about this all day. It makes my heart soften. I love your happiness.

    Like

  4. it looks like you’ve found your true home! May you enjoy many days of it.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: