pieces

Sometimes the pieces lay scattered, like leaves in the fall. Some pile up, some blowing freely into the wind and some stuck to me like that last leaf on the tree refusing to let go well into the icy winter. Sometimes i wonder if i can ever make sense of it all. Every truly be whole. Yet i am the tree am i not? whole with leaves or without, beautiful always?? The leaves... maybe they are just me letting go of the things that no longer serve me, part of the renewal, that beneath the surface new leaves are waiting and even more amazing are the seedlings waiting to grow into there own tree. maybe its not about reclaiming the pieces but realizing i am always whole at whatever state i am in. Maybe then the pieces i give to you here in this blog are just another leaf here and there letting go having served their purpose ??