Isn’t it strange that the leaf in the wind is always in the fall?  Before it’s fall like the human, it is green when it is born, it turns yellow then it blushes like you and since you don’t notice the beauty of nature, that if falls at your feet.

Little children will gather the many leaves without ever leaving for they fall at their feet.  The adults will say, “You make a big mountain out of a mole.”  But the children will say, “Come and see my mountain of leaves!”  They all left the trees to fall at my feet, to become the center of my life.  I guess God was right, when the leaves left the trees.  If I didn’t want to look at them earlier, suddenly he makes me roll in them.  The meaning of this story: one day you may fall like a leaf but differently, you’re not left behind.

At harvest time, did I not speak, when the harvest is ready after the fall, after the seeding?  The harvest has come and you pick when it falls.  That’s the beautifulness of the fall.  Isn’t it the most beautiful season of the year?  It is even why your capital city was chosen because of the colourful leaves that impressed a little queen to make it become the capital city of this land.

You a re my flagpole – you little leaves in the wind!  Blowing from one side to the other, unknowing which way to turn.  But I shall raise you for you are the season of my love, but not as a brazen serpent but as a red leaf on your Canadian flag.  Do you not sing: “And I will raise him up” It is why this land is chosen for when everything falls apart you find the most beautiful season of you heart with me, and I will raise you up on the very last day of your sorrow.  Why not today, my little ones, my beautiful love?

I have prepared this nature for you to know me, how much I love you.  Be not fearful of the wind.  Seek it for it is my spirit.  After all, don’t I use it to move the laves, the shake the trees, is it not so that you may fall but that you may know that in the fall you are at the most beautiful time of your life.  This is when wisdom finds you.  I become the love in your heart for those that you hurt for, that you long for, that belong to you, as you belong to me. A new season begins for the tree must bear good fruit.  But remember my love that the good fruits always fall before the leaves.  And then the leaves fall when they leave – you become a sage, a wise person yearning for life to begin again.  Wisdom is a new life.  It’s the life that you should have had when you were green, but you had to mature, turn yellow sometime, different green but how cute you are when you blush, when you get shy, you know humility and when you don’t, you’re too proud.  That’s why everyone must fall in order for me to harvest.  How else could I get you?  I don’t pick trees.  I take the leftovers; leave the good to each other among you.  What ever is neglected and left behind I pick, just like you.  A banana is more tasty when it is full of sugar.  Every rotting fruit has more sugar than when it’s at its bloom. Know what I mean sugar? And this is not Laurel and Hardy.  It is Laurel in a way, and Ann, Jennifer, Amy, Charles, Leo Lilian, Celestin and Walter and all of you, the readers. 

Greetings unto, your beautiful little hearts.  Be not fearful that you were just born by my love in your heart that is telling you how I look not at your past but I rejoice to make you happy, as in such you do to me.  You are the reason of my love, so you could call me sweetheart.

With love,