Mother Earth

 

 After a loss the outdoors took on a bit different roll.  The first year each season was a reminder that life was moving forward.  They were a silent reminder of the hopes of dreams I wanted to share with Clara but couldn’t.  The summer swimming, the Halloween princess, the holiday celebrations, the spring flowers…the times we didn’t get.   Today the seasons also remind me of things yet to come.  For me spring holds such a good spot in my heart.  As I watch the trees come to life I am reminded of the good that comes each season.  The flowers show the beauty and health.  Finally the fruit is like seeing everything come together.

As the seasons change the fruit is harvested and the tree begins to lose it’s leaves.  The tree begins another cycle.  Eventually the tree must come down and through the trunk there is a reminder of the years of growth, and drought, and storms, and health.  The rings of a tree are a perfect reminder of my own years of changes.  Some of me has growth and some despair.  But no season is the same as the last.  I am forever changed and distinctly marked by each season of my life.  God has touched my life, stood me up, shaped me.  He has made me similar and yet unique from every other tree along the path of grief.

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