Tuesday, 22 November 2016


It's been snowing here.  Grey, heavy laden skies with no sun and yet it is beautiful.  The trees have been stripped of their leaves and stand naked, bare limbs painted with hoar frost.

I still struggle with change, believing that it is forever and not just a season.  I forget that life is a circle, that patterns repeat.  That I have no control.  That I need to accept. 

I wonder if trees struggle with acceptance.  Do they ever wish to pull up their roots?  Do they long to be free?  Or do they know that where they are is the best place for them? 

5 comments:

  1. Lovely. I'm having a hard time right now with these same issues. It is always good to know I am not alone, and that there is still hope. And, of course, that it is within me. And you.

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  2. I have to remind myself of that daily. Over and over. Maybe that is what's supposed to happen?

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  3. When there is no change in my life, I think it is benign. When it shows up I fight it, but of course I loose, -- sometimes gracefully and sometimes, not so much. I know it's going to happen, no matter what, so I try to hold on to what Buddha said: "The root of suffering is attachment". That's a hard one.

    This was a beautiful post, thank you.

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  4. I love the changing seasons for the very reason that it shows me life's cycles - that light always follows darkness. And although I also struggle with heavy confines of winter, I believe it makes me that much more grateful when Spring comes.

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  5. A good metaphor for life. I feel so discouraged when the cold rolls in and have to remind myself that it will as inevitably roll back out.

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