"What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine. "Oh, I never heard of such a thing," said Sue. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. The cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. An old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. What was there to count? There was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. "Twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven" and then "ten" and "nine " and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward. Sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. Young artists must work their way to "Art" by making pictures for magazine stories. She began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. Johnsy lay with her face toward the window. Then she went to Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. "But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, I take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines."Īfter the doctor had gone, Sue went into the workroom and cried. "I will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor there is nothing of the kind." "Bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for example?" "She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples in Italy some day," said Sue. Your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. "And that chance is for her to want to live. "She has one chance in - let us say ten," he said. One morning, a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature.
She could see the side of the brick house next to her building. This disease, pneumonia, killed many people. In November, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. Two young women named Sue and Johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. Many artists lived in the Greenwich Village area of New York. Image: 攝影家9號 – Photographer No.9, 紅了 Red Season~Autumn Song, CC BY-ND 2.0.Our story today is called "The Last Leaf." It was written by O. ~~ Thich Nhat Hanh From: Our facebook page If you are attentive enough, you will recognize me, and you may greet me. I will be in these forms and I will say hello to you. But you will have to be very attentive to see me. If we look very deeply, we will transcend birth and death.
Quote i am a leaf on the wind free#
Let us penetrate and be one with the cloud or with the wave, to realize our own nature as water and be free from our fear. Let us look together and penetrate into the life of a leaf, so we may be one with the leaf. ” … So please continue to look back and you will see that you have always been here. I bowed my head, knowing that I have a lot to learn from the leaf.” That day there was a wind blowing and, after a while, I saw the leaf leave the branch and float down to the soil, dancing joyfully, because as it floated it saw itself already there in the tree. As I leave this branch and float to the ground, I will wave to the tree and tell her, ‘I will see you again very soon.” I am also the whole tree, and when I go back to the soil, I will continue nourish the tree. I worked hard to help nourish the tree, and now much of me is in the tree. The leaf told me, “No.During the whole spring and summer I was completely alive. I asked the leaf whether it was frightened because it was autumn and the other leaves were falling.
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