Winter

Walking today, focusing on my senses and the external world, (for this was a morning of internal storms), I noticed a large, barren tree… standing dead from the winter cold.

Rather sad to lose such a beautiful creature for a season, yet I’m understanding more with this season of grief, how I must shed the beauty, vibrancy of life, and pull all I may from my established roots.

I feel barren in many ways, with every ounce of energy given to surviving. Some days I sense that buds are sprouting, yet the storms still blow in and freeze all the vibrancy.

I will trust the seasons of my soul, as I trust the seasons of earth. Buds will sprout, leaves cover, and full life will return… for me and for this tree.

And until this joy flows, the sores heal, I will trust that Spirit is nourishing through this cold, barren season.

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