🍁Even the Leaves Get Tired

A reflection on what it means to soften, to let go of anger, and to trust that release can also be a form of renewal.

🪶 What Falls, Teaches

Sometimes letting go is the best thing for everyone.

I think my life has been trying to teach me this for a very long time — but I always mistook it for giving up. And I never wanted to be seen as a quitter.
But over time, as I’ve grown older, quieter, and more honest with myself, I’ve begun to understand: it’s not about giving up. It’s about shifting — about releasing what no longer serves us.

Even the trees know when it’s time to let go. 🍂 They’ve spent a whole season giving — making someone else beautiful, nourishing those who never even noticed their gifts. Until, finally, it’s time to rest. To do something for themselves. To follow the wind.

I watch them faintly resist the breeze until they realize the wind isn’t taking them anywhere they’re not meant to be. And then, softly — ils ont lâché prise. Off they go, to a different purpose they don’t yet understand until they land.

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🍂 The Weight We Let Go

Even les feuilles carry weight on their shoulders.

“This big, beautiful being depends on me,” they might think — “I must help it sustain, flourish, nourish.” It’s a tremendous responsibility to hold. The tree, the soil, the insects — all depend on them.

But when do they rest? Do they know when to stop giving? Or is rest simply something they feel their way into, a quiet surrender to survive?

That exhaustion — the frustration, the overstimulation, even the anger — they’re all signals from the soul to pause.
It’s the body’s way of saying: “enough.”
It’s not failure. It’s wisdom.

Everything has a purpose. And when something no longer serves that purpose, perhaps it’s time to let it go.

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🌾 When Anger Becomes Soil

This journey with LRC has been unburdening in many ways.
It’s also been heavy — full of responsibility, emotion, and expectations I’ve placed on myself.

Earlier, while working on a project, I became frustrated when something didn’t flow the way I hoped. I almost couldn’t write this. Then I remembered what I was supposed to be writing about… and laughed.

The universe has a funny way of teaching in real time. Some emotions, people, and expectations are not meant to be held onto — and I’m grateful.

A real-time lesson in transmutation. Even frustration, when tended, becomes compost — compost for the heart.
Emotions, like leaves, must break down to their essence before they can return to the root.

Repression does nothing for the soul — nor for the earth. But transformation can mean the difference between growth and self-destruction.

In nature, nothing is wasted.
In us, nothing is irredeemable. 🌿

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🌙 The Art of Falling Gently

Surrender is one of the most graceful things we can do — and one of the hardest.

We’ve been taught to see it as a weakness. Yet those who’ve done it know how much strength it takes. Every breath feels like a battle. Every silence feels uncertain. But then comes the pause — la pause — and with it, peace.

We can’t fight everything. Nature doesn’t. She falls with the wind, not against it.
And in that descent — that surrender — her new purpose begins.

Walking through the forest, I can feel it — le paix, the soft landing of surrender. The silence quiets every noise in my mind, and I can’t fight it. Why would I? It feels like relief. Like grace.

That acceptance… that release… It’s unimaginable until you allow it in. And once you do, you never want to let it go.

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🌕 From Release to Renewal

Why is it so hard for us to understand what it means to be tired?

Nature has already shown us the cycle: tiredness → rest → renewal. The sun and moon don’t compete for the sky — they trust the rhythm.
They know another dawn, another dusk, will come — maybe softer, maybe better.

So, what would falling gently look like for you, chères? 🌙
To trust the ground waiting below — because it’s there.
The fall doesn’t last forever.
And it doesn’t want to. 🍁

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🌾 Trésor de clôture

Même les feuilles se fatiguent,
et pourtant elles dansent encore —
offrant leur chute comme prière,
Leur silence comme promesse.

Car tout ce qui tombe
revient à la terre,
et tout ce qui revient,
Apprends à aimer plus doucement. 🍁

Avec soin,
LRC 🌙

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