A shopping cart full of leaves — I wonder why. Was someone using the cart to transport leaves after raking? Were they carefully selecting leaves and tenderly placing them in the cart for an (enormous) art project? Were they just goofing around?
No idea. But the cart full of leaves is beautiful. All this live matter, coming to the end of its colorful productivity, preparing for a season of decomposition, when it will cease to be what it is, and yield itself to nourishing what is next. Leaves getting ready to check out. We often pay people to collect them and take them away in this season. And then we go buy mulch or compost or something else to protect and nurture the earth. Huh.
Inside of each of us, leaves are turning, seasons ending, chapters drawing to a close. Ignoring all this, in our discomfort with it, in our impatience to get to the next bright and shiny thing, is such a shame. For creation is always happening, God always reconfiguring and reimaging and representing possibility within and around us. It has always been so, as Mark Bozzuti-Jones writes:
God did not go elsewhere to begin creation, but instead entered into the formlessness and void that the world had to offer. From this God educated, or drew out, light and all that followed from the darkness and confusion. ….no other landscape exists in which we can work except to engage in the messiness of human life and seek to bring light and productivity from it. (from “Informed by Faith”)
Let the leaves fall. A blessing on them in their dropping, and in their disintegration, and in their formlessness, and in their confusion. Let there be new light. Let their be new life. Let us welcome it.