Maple leaf

To carry a maple leaf is to carry a memory… of something sweet, something gone, something that shaped you. The maple speaks in hushed tones of patience and change. In Victorian floriography, it symbolized quiet strength and promise… a love that waits, ripens, and never rushes. To the Celts, the maple stood at the border between worlds … light and shadow, stillness and motion. Its leaves, star-like and five-lobed, mirrored the human hand, and so it was seen as a guide… reaching out, showing the way. In Japan, the momiji honors the beauty of impermanence. A single maple leaf … scarlet, gold, and ember-orange… speaks of summer’s farewell, of tender memories, and the wisdom of waiting. To carry one in October is to carry a promise: that beauty returns, even after the bare season. The maple does not cling when the wind calls. It lets go …. not from weakness, but trust. In its descent, there is no sorrow … only surrender. In its fading, a transformation. Where others grieve what slips away, the maple leaf dances. A soft promise that what falls was never lost … just transformed. . .


(Note : no Maple leaf in nature is this tiny to fit in a Pendant of 20mm radius ,i have used a tool to cut this shape out of a bigger maple leaf 🍁)