Beauty fades, or does it just transform? The promises move out of sight waiting for new birth, when spring returns again.
May 1st, yesterday we had quite the snow storm, was surprising after having such a long stretch of summer like weather. Although melting fast, I really didn’t want to wake up to see snow on the ground.
Feels like I have been waiting on hold for so long, like something is about to happen, but no catalyst has reacted to make it start.
Today, today, today. Cool weather crops are going into the ground.
No more waiting for something, anything.
Planting a seed, may it grow!
What if this last few weeks of 2020, the incredible year, we gave ourselves permission to own our emotions? To admit we are NOT okay. To acknowledge the times we pretended we were fine but were really hurt or angry. What if we saught out those stumbling blocks that throw themselves back in our face over and over and perform a funeral for them and send them packing for good. What if we could start 2021 brand new, reborn, without the baggage? What if we told ourselves the truth? What if?