Gingko:
A photograph of Ginkgo leaves from Berkeley, California. The Bay Area is one of the coldest places I have visited. The cold creeps on you unexpectedly, but the warmth of the people wraps you with affection.
Ginkgo’s leaves senescence at the onset of winter. Covering the sidewalks in a golden yellow color where the parallel to the Wizard of Oz is evident. As I follow the yellow brick road or, in this case, the golden ginkgo curb, I think of the characters: Dorothy, Scarecrow, the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion. Each character is missing something that I consider important in my life. Dorothy is missing her home. Scarecrow lacks a brain. Tin Man has no heart. And the Cowardly Lion needs courage.
As I step on the Gingko leaves I reflect: do I have a home, not a physical space but a place that I can call home? I consider my decisions. How will they have the positive impact that they are intended to have? And do they have negative consequences that I need to mitigate? I also ponder the passion that carries my actions. And, I think of courage, asking myself: did I speak against injustice today?
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