Watching The Petals Fall.

I have perhaps 18 or so autumns in memory, vivid, wonderful, vibrant memories. I always loved watching hte leaves change color, and slowly, one by one give way to the wind and sail away to the ground below. I always enjoyed that, it was the one thing in life that gave me peace as a child. Through out all of the self imposed agony because I wanted to be someone, to count for something with all the things in my mind.

With Karla parting with child hood now, it's funny to watch because I see her constantly comming through the tides... It's amazing to watch her, she struggles, gets discouraged, takes a step back, and asks questions (Some of which I never asked at those points in life.) She is so incredibly intelligent and talented, it's absolutely remarkable to watch her unerstanding of life change and mature. What i find even more amazing to bear whitness to is watching her overcome those obsticles with anyones help, and with out losing a part of her. Just like the cracking sounds you hear in the trees in autumn when a brance looses all of it's leaves and the bark of the tree on the top of the branch begins to buckle, you can see her windy child hood buckle and shift, but it is still there. The posture she has in her face has changed since she solved her first koan "what was your original face before your parents birth". I wrote it in the form of a picture puzzle in her sketch book. I titled the work "The Center Of The Clouded Mind". She managed to figure it out. All those child hood leaves shook off the tree alll at once. It was amazing to watch.


Karla though reminded me more of a Sakura tree which never sheds it's leaves completely, but it does shed the petals of it's blossoms, and that truely is an awesome sight. I'm hoping not next year, but the year after, to take her on vacation to Japan to show her. ^_^

Anyhow, I'm outta here.