I look outside my window at the dead trees just behing my backyard fence. They are all without their leaves. Winter is here. It is always a reflection to me of what happens within us. We grow and then some part of us has to die and give way to the new.
This is the part we don't seem to enjoy. The pruning or cutting off of the old parts of our lives that aren't working.
I feel an inner calling to go deep inside myself and sit awhile. Sit quietly and wait for what is coming.
What is coming? That is a good question. I don't know. Only time will tell.
For now, I will sit and wait. I feel like a butterfly in a cacoon waiting while nothing seems to be happening. Waiting in the dark.
Hugs,
Tracey
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