Fall is here. You can hear the leaves rustling, you can see the leaves hustling. A leaf becomes leaves.
Becomes leavings. Remains of the day. A new leaf is a new start. A leaf in the table is what makes the table larger and longer and helps us to invite more people to enjoy the feast of Harvest.
All of these words coming from similar roots. Leaves, leaving, leavings, left out, left over, leftovers, levity. Levain. Leaven. Leavening. That which helps us to rise, a fermentation that creates gas, escaping, as gas always does.
Maybe the monkeys didn't go to heaven. Maybe they went to leaven. Rising up, transforming from a solid first, to a liquid, then to a gas, rise leaven. The "proof" is in the pudding, but really the proof is in the leavening. Once a baker, always a baker.
Another week goes by and we say goodbye once again to another friend. The only thing that is certain is being left behind. You will always be left behind, until that day when you leave everyone behind yourself. Transforming from a solid, to a liquid, then gas, rising, escaping, one way out. No take backs.
Take a Leave. Have a time out. Levon wears his war wounds like a crown. And he shall be Levon.
Calls his child Jesus, cuz he likes the name.
I love the song Autumn Leaves. Especially when sung by Bing Crosby. When he hits the part of the song where he sings "Old Winter's Song," I get chills. Because seasons change and so do I.