seasons.

fields that were once abundant with color, with nourishment, with life, must now rest.

trees that were once full of brightness have shed their leaves and must wait for new growth.

new growth will come. but not yet. it is winter's turn. she must visit for a while.

these seasons arrive and pass and arrive again. each part of this cycle, each a necessary part.

this slowing down allows space for reflecting, for celebrating, for noticing, for visioning.

there is so much to be thankful for. so much joy and goodness that has been shared.

there is so much unknown of what exactly what new seasons will hold.

here we are in between what was and what will be. in this moment, in this season.

our only charge to embrace it, to be present in it.

knowing change is inevitable. knowing beauty is comes in so many forms.

here we are. here we are. here we are again.