Moments

reunions
sprouting grasses
falling leaves

Recently, as I was observing my garden, I noticed fallen leaves covering the grass—an ordinary sight in my area during this time. And quite out of sudden, like I would see them for the very first time, I could hear utter stillness within the leaves’ rest. There was a sense of safety and completeness as leaves blanketed and were held by the grass.

As leaves are falling, the distance between them and earth gradually diminishes until they finally meet. And then, they start their journeys in opposite directions. Leaves fall apart and nourish soil from which grass can shoot up. There has never been a single moment when leaves and grasses wouldn’t be in touch. Not only by virtue of these natural cycles, but also by their mutual interaction in this very moment, even in times when leaves are still swaying in branches.

I was reminded of families coming together when their dear ones are dying. During such moments, conflicts are often forgiven. I also saw my wish for generations to come closer, to understand and support each other. For the young to take care of the old, and for the old to take care of the young.