Friday, October 28, 2011

Just Leaves from the West Wind

I couldn't let the autumn pass without one decent leaves shot. This is the top of a pile of leaves in Herbert Park, blissfully minus the sound of leaf blowers. It appealed because it had a swirly look, as if a gust of wind had shaped them, then suddenly stopped in mid-swirl! Poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley, had a thing about leaves of course - and he was referring to the ordinary people in society when he spoke of pestilent stricken multitudes. Many of us are currently feeling as if we have been swept around, turned over, ruffled up - any number of pictures could describe our reaction to the grave economic circumstances that appear beyond our control. But leaves are all part of the cycle of life and death and they're all about the kind of decay that will lead to new plants in the spring. Perhaps parts of our lives are just like leaves - and maybe that's why children like kicking leaves furiously along the pavement with so much fun. And good gardeners will want that leaf mould if they have any sense - I expect the Herbert Park keepers are creating just that for fertiliser. This kind of change is ultimately for the better. Yet change is hard for all of us. People come to psychotherapy to help them change, certainly not because they want to stay the same. And if all goes well, that change in the person will occur with the same due process as plants and leaves. I like to see it as creating the groundwork for transformation, just like the leaves in the park. "If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"