So Many Fallen Leaves - by Meryl McKean

 

Last month I started to think about this next blog post. I wanted to get ahead as the18^th comes around so quickly. Inspiration came and I had an idea to develop. Great, I could relax! The problem was, I relaxed a little too much making the mistake of forgetting to write it down. Now, try as I might to dig deep in the recesses of my mind, I can’t remember the idea. I’m sure I’m not the only one this has happened to!

How do you all manage those flashes of inspiration, that often come at  inconvenient times when it comes to noting them down? Do you carry a note book, or maybe make voice notes on your phone?

Reflecting on this led me to think of all those autumn leaves that I’m surround by at the moment. I love their vibrant colours proudly displayed, and the way the light catches and plays amongst them as they cling tenuously to the branches, dancing on the breeze before laying as a carpet on the ground. A fitting swan song for leaves which have finished their season. 

    

Yet even in their final resting, they still bring delight to children and adults alike as they are crunched through, kicked high and reform again and again in a kaleidoscope of patterns. They remind me of those good ideas which spring to life so easily, promise much and yet can fall so quickly to the ground to be trodden on. You may have projects which started so well, yet now have become buried under recent activity, disappointment or lethargy. They seem lost and forgotten, yet, like the fading leaves that fall around us they too can be rebirthed into something new. I believe that nothing is wasted. Each experience, piece of writing, fledgling idea that has fallen, has the potential to form the soil from which the new is formed. It may look different but it it’s roots can be traced back. So, as we look at the leaves beneath our feet, lets choose to be hopeful that in time new things will spring up out of the old, ones that will ripen and bear fruit in our writing lives.

Why not have a look back through and pray over some of those pieces that were written but haven’t yet reached their potential, maybe now is their time.

                                        ‘There is a time for everything,
                                           and a season for every activity under the heavens:’
    
                                                                                    Ecclesiastes 3 v 1

Bio

Meryl McKean loves writing devotionals and poems and has had a few articles published over the years as well as using her writing in her work. Recently she was encouraged being placed 3rd in an ACW competition. She wants her writing to be a tool which helps others draw closer to God. She is married to Andy and lives in Bedford where she loves exploring the countryside with her camera in hand. Her day job as a member of her church staff leadership team is full of challenges and opportunities.