F e u i l l e m o r t
(adj.) Having the colour of a faded leaf.
French- feuille morte a dead leaf
Earlier today , I’ve learned something deep from simply looking at the bunch of brownish-coppery shades of dried leaves, it’s Feuillemort. Looking at the trees around me, I watched the dried leaves falling one by one to the ground with a gentle sway of the wind. In a rhythmic motion, they dance to the call of gravity. It’s the call of the hour. It struck me as Letting go.
What if the trees itself refuses to let go of its dried leaves during fall ? What difference does it make?
Letting go makes room for growth.
Autumn is the season of letting go, letting go enables us to grow.
A time to toss the clutter, the insignificant “part”of our lives that blocks us from growing.
I admit that I have the feeling restlessness these past weeks. Being in a new place with so many new things around me, sometimes my body & my mind refuses to comprehend.Transition takes time. Integrating on a new culture is a pain in the ass.
Do you know how hard it is when you can’t say what you want to say? It’s like being in a bubble. You feel trapped. On the other hand, this momentary black hole gives me time to reflect, to listen to myself. A time to change.
Letting go gives us a given benefit, the means to focus more on our core–on what really matters to us.What matters to you the most?
For us, it’s not leaves. It’s dried up love. Crumpled relationships. Shriveled plans. Browning dreams. Something’s died, and we have a choice: will we hold on to it, season after season, while it saps our energy, stunts our growth, and strangles our beauty?
I decided not to.
Expats are known for packing their luggage. Sometimes ‘living out from suitcases & boxes’. We roam around and travel like nomads looking for greener pastures. Off to next destination. It’s very easy to fall into the trap of packing the “dried leaves” from our past so in the present, it’s still with us. You can change places, but you ‘re still “unchanged” within. What is your color?
I hope you find inspiration from the dried leaves as I did today. Let’s take a lesson from the trees, from autumn, and let that old, unhelpful stuff in our hearts fall away. Trees don’t choose to let go, but we can. Any season of the year.
Focus on letting go of negative thoughts, letting go of patterns of behaviour which do not help you, letting go of doing things you think you should but don’t really want to…
Let go of that which you no longer need and give yourself permission to nurture yourself.
Are you having a hard time to let go ?
Do you find time to reflect and meditate?
One thought on “Feuillemort & Lessons from dried leaves”
This is so beautifully written, Christina! I find myself smiling after reading each paragraph. Love it! Yes, integrating is a pain in the ass!! And as expats especially when we were in Thailand, it does feel like we lived in a bubble.