Priorities of Life || My Story With Pictures

I have priority issues. My should-be’s are piling up by the minute, and while I should be making that growing stack of responsibility top priority, I instead have been outside. Walking around our yard, with a camera around my neck, a burden in my chest, and eyes focused upward in determined resolve to find some life. I am not so different than the worn and battered leaves of gold my lens captures, for this morning we are both clinging to life as we know it. Clinging to things that are dying away, trying with all our might to hang on just a little longer. As the breeze picks up and carries with it a new batch of falling amber, I think about those leaves forced from their branch by the wind of season’s change. And then in the following calm and quiet when breezes have subsided, one small leaf drops simply to the ground below. No wind ripping it from its perch, no rain beating it into submission, but almost as if that one leaf knew it was time to surrender the fight and fall to the soft grass awaiting its arrival. And there standing under branches and duress from this pilgrimage, I have to wonder, am I willing to be that one small leaf? Am I ready to let go and fall, trusting, the grass will give and support my weight? Or do I want to dig my nails into this branch and fight the season, only to inevitably be plucked away by a gust of change brewing just down the road?

So yes, while I should be bleaching bathrooms, stripping bed linens, or eating breakfast before it turns time for dinner, I simply cannot. Not today. Not for this moment. My priorities have issues. The laundry and lunch must wait as right now my priority is life.



November 8, 2011 - 10:55 am

hthrwill so amazing you are.

November 8, 2011 - 10:56 am

April This blog sums it up… Thank you for posting.

November 11, 2011 - 5:32 pm

Betty Richmond I am not thinking you have priority issues at all Sarah…beautiful as usual Love you:)

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