Gold — Gone With Grace

Honey For The Heart - 26

In the lull between summer’s goodbye and winter’s first whisper, the forest wore a burnt hue of embers still dreaming of fire. 
Leaves floated down like sleepy butterflies, soft and unhurried. 

Bumble the bear lay belly-up beneath the colourful maple tree, its leaves blushing from green to flame-red to mellow yellow, like a tree remembering all its moods at once. 
“Piggy…” he mumbled, “Why do things keep falling away this time of year?
 Leaves… acorns… even the sunlight slips away sooner.” 

Piggy, who was gathering leaves in a crooked little basket, didn’t look up.
 “Because the forest knows when to let go.” 

Bumble rolled onto his side. 
“But doesn’t it miss… the greens, …the golds?” 

Piggy settled beside him, basket forgotten. “Maybe. But it trusts that what’s meant to stay, stays. What’s meant to go, makes room for the light that can’t enter when the branches are too full.” 

The wind tiptoed through the branches above, carrying the scent of ripe apples, wet bark, and old promises. A yellow feather drifted past.

Bumble caught it. “I keep things, you know. Bits of bark, odd feathers, the baby pinecone from last spring. I feel I need them… but do I really…?”

Piggy nodded. “Sometimes we keep things because we’re afraid the empty space will hurt.” 

Bumble blinked. “Will it?” 

“Only for a while,” Piggy whispered. “Then it starts to breathe again.” 

They sat there, two quiet creatures watching leaves fall as the forest gracefully let go of what it no longer needed. 

Bumble’s eyes softened. “I like that,” he said. “Like the tree isn’t sad when the leaves leave.” 
He looked at the feather in his paw, then let it go. It floated up, not down, caught by the breeze… as if even the sky was willing to carry what was no longer needed.

Piggy smiled. “See? Even light things know when to leave.” 

Bumble laughed… a soft, rumbly laugh that made the crows in the trees look up. “Maybe I don’t need so many honey jars after all.” 

“Maybe just one,” said Piggy. “And someone to share it with.” 

And so they sat there, two gentle hearts on a carpet of letting-go, as the forest quietly unclenched its golden fists.

A Drizzle of Raw Honey 🍯
Some things aren’t meant to be held forever…
like feathers on the wind, or sunsets melting behind hills.
The tighter we hold, the more their beauty slips away.
But when we loosen our grip,
life flows in… quietly…
like light filtering through trees just after the leaves have fallen.

A whisper from Gold — Gone With Grace:
“To keep only what we need… and let go of the rest.”