Just as the seasons ebb and flow, so does the spirit and the seasons of life. When the earth falls and the skies grow darker with each passing hour, at first sight, it may seem as though the decaying flora with their brittle, breaking petals have nothing left to give. That their beauty might never return. That their very roots must be ripped from their stable ground, never again to grow anything beautiful or lovely. But underneath...deep in the dark, something beautiful is waiting to be birthed into being. Each season the roots grow deeper and stronger, and when the sun returns and the earth declares another spring, they grow and rise, and rise higher than they were before. Always reaching toward the light.
Happiness & Love,