I have always loved Dr Seuss, but only as an adult have I really appreciated the depth and profound nature of his writings. As I was painting the beautiful wattle, I was reminded of The Lorax, and the beautiful truffler trees (before they were cut down). How lucky are we to be surrounded by such beauty. It is breathtaking to see the diversity around us; even amongst such an unforgiving environment in Australia.
Have you ever noticed the first buds appear? Everything looks bleak and then slowly emerge the buds…then one or two courageous buds emerge into flowers before the rest. I feel like sometimes it takes courage to be the first: the first to see the weather changing, first to see the season changing, first to see hope. But after a few buds courageously transform themselves, slowly, slowly, the rest join them. How can we be conveyors of life, or hope and of the changing season?
This crabapple was planted by the council and is so annoying, it completely blocks the path, so often you either have to walk on the road to get past it or you get slapped by it as you wheedle past. But it is so breathtakingly beautiful when it flowers. It is funny how sometimes we need these things that may seem cumbersome and in the way to literally stop us in our tracks and appreciate life.So life is pretty tough at the moment, we are all (in NSW) in a metaphorical winter, or even some may be in a dark night of the soul. But as winter passes, so do dark nights of the soul. These barren times where the trees are naked of life and leaves and maybe you begin to despair; but then slowly tiny buds start to develop, small and hidden. Then more time passes and one courageous bud bursts through to show you life, to show you that ALL seasons change. The winter passes and the dark nights of the soul pass too.