Autumn leaves
It’s been over three years now since my mother crossed the rainbow bridge. I feel her so close yet so far away. As the seasons come and go I reach into my memory bag for anything I can recall of my mamita. I love nature and weather and just being able to connect them to her makes me feel like the lighting of the sun with every season, tree, leaf, flower, and holiday will serve as living monuments to the love that she shared with me. I’ve seen a few leaves begin to fall the past couple days from a tree outside of my office window. It sent me right back to staring out the window of my childhood bedroom as I watched tall slender oaks drop leaves in different shades of oranges and browns onto the ground. I can still hear my mom in her adorable Colombian accent, asking us to get ready to go outside on an “advenshure.” She would take us out to collect leaves,sticks, and acorns and look for creatures big, small, and mythical. I remember the smell of crisp air and the scent the trees gave off with this change. It was sometimes spicy, earthy, and always warm. We would take our collection of forest parts and find a family of rocks to build a village in. I would imagine little fairies coming to visit and insured they would have tiny acorn bowls to sip fairy water from. The afternoons were filled with our stories and laughter, and the walk back into our home with the crunching of freshly fallen leaves beneath our footsteps will always echo in my heart. Thank you mamita hermosa. Thank you. Happy Autumn ❤️