The Leaf.

Can we give ourselves permission?

The Leaf | A sketch by Melanie Jane

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Like water flowing through a river

The current it creates paves its right.

There will be structures along the way

That will divert its path's sight.

A dam may block.

A pile of pebbles may slow.

A boulder may change course.

As the water continues to flow.

On a day like any other

Sunny skies

A few clouds.

A breeze captures a tree

A leaf, now in the air, scurries about.

It had always wanted to leave.

To find a life of its own.

To chase after its dreams

Until its sought reality was known.

On that day like any other

Its home gave it a "Yes!"

"You can go," the leaf heard.

Permission was met.

Now in the air, its new reality in tow

To the left and the right

On its course,

It settles into a flow.

It lands in the water

For a ride, it is now forced.

The current leads the way

Takes it for a journey

Where there are twists and there are turns.

When a boulder is met

A means of safety is seen.

The leaf grasps to the boulder.

Sticks to the rock.

It finds safety in the stillness

The journey met with fear has now stopped.

The leaf had big dreams.

A vision in its mind for its life.

There was fear felt on the journey

As it navigated being away from its known and grounded life.

Could it keep going?

Was it to turn left or turn right?

Was it proceeding correctly?

It desired for that confirmation to take sight.

Now latched to the boulder

Clinging for dear life.

Paused on its journey

Pondering how next it would take flight.

It spoke of its dreams

Its vision for life.

To the boulder itself

As this pause was in sight.

The boulder became energized.

Excited for the leaf.

When it heard these things

"You can do it!" it beamed.

The leaf then felt permission

To proceed, it now could.

Back into the current

As it let go of its grasp.

Back onto the journey

Flowing this way and that.

The rapids turned fast.

The rapids turned quick.

As it was jolted here and there

It saw safety in an upcoming pebble drift.

It scurried to the right.

Grasped hold of the pile.

Snuck itself into the rocks

Thought to stay for a while.

The leaf had seen pieces of its dream

Take sight in real life.

On this journey so far

It had found pieces of its right.

The next part of the dream

Again felt daunting and grand.

That fear rang its bell.

Reassurance was desired to be had.

As it made its way onward

As days and moments would pass

That desire and felt need

Was always within grasp.

The need for confirmation.

Reassurance.

Permission.

To hear "Yes!"

The need for validation

In order to take forward steps.

In the moments of movement

Along the flow of its life.

That leaf would gain clarity.

As cycles would repeat.

As it would flow and then stop.

As it would be placed amongst its fear

Take halts and drift off.

It would question the why.

Why it seemed to get in the way of its dreams.

Why was that reassurance and permission

Always needed to receive?

Why was this needed from the external?

Why could it not believe in itself?

Why did words from the others

Seem to be the only way

To believe that those dreamt realities could be held?

Did it need that?

For it had already come this far.

Was that an internal safety illusion?

A right of passage, that it felt was necessary for this part?

The word validation

It is big.

It is grand.

For the latter is terrifying

Being deemed different or bad.

If that leaf needed validation for each action and life step

Would it ever get to where it was going?

Or would it be timid with each step?

The leaf had a thought

While pondering its life path.

Perhaps that thought was the answer

For how to live the life its dreams would project.

That answer seemed simple

It seemed, externally, black and white.

But inside a different story

Would often take sight.

To shine the light toward itself.

Toward its confirmation of the dream.

To give itself permission

To live the life that it wanted to lead.

To validate itself.

To hold to its soul.

To believe that it could

To this narrative, hold.

It would not be easy

Always linear or clear.

That path may get messy

But through it,

Its dreamt life would appear.

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