05 Apr a second look
I couldn’t help but think of all the little elements of nature that we’re once revered for their color, vibrancy and grandeur. What happens as they gracefully fade and gently bow-out, making room for all the new life? I have been drawn to them just as I am drawn to buds or blossoms of the new growth. As they stand regal (albeit dried up) or as they wilt, surrendering to the weight, they hold for me some kind of beauty, poetry and impossible hope.
As I shed layers of my own self these days, Sarah’s thoughts poignantly reminded me that I must also take the time to recognize those parts of my self that I am leaving behind. They were once such an important part of me (good or bad) and they served their purpose well.
As I continue down my path, I will bid these things Namaste. Thank you for being with me and thank you for bowing out graciously and with such poise. I honor you.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on what kind of battered and broken things you discover and what kinds of messages you can find by taking a second look.