I offer you a beautiful metaphor of an article about trees accepting the seasons of their years. From the Daily Ohm and sent by a good friend, Molly.
If you ever struggle with accepting what is happening as the years pass by, please click the link to the article. https://www.dailyom.com/inspiration/aging-gracefully?utm_medium=email&utm_source=inspiration&utm_content=test
In the meantime, I ask you find something beautiful about each photo. Particularly winter tree.
In case you are thinking…”Well those are ugly!” Not so…
A friend, Holly listened as I lamented about disliking fall arriving in my garden. I didn’t like the foliage dying. I mourned the end of the bountiful colors. She viewed fall very differently. She loved it because she could now see the more subtle beauty that was covered, camouflaged, by glitzy beauty. She could honor what had supported the glitz all summer.
For years I was told Mullen, these floppy, spindly plants were noxious weeds. I cut them. I pulled them. I even sprayed their seedlings (no worries, just with vinegar). Last summer a Forest Bathing Guide, who owns Listening Pines in Colorado Springs, Colorado posted the myriad of medicinal benefits Mullen hide inside. My perspective flipped and this season I will look forward to their wakening.
We don’t always know the beauty that is hiding.
As we get older and we feel embarrassed about our skin, our hair, our bodies consider this: it is time to shine for who we are.
People no longer look at me for those parts I thought were me in my 30s. They get the real ME….the person I have always been but was obscured by all those physical aspects I let define me.
Oh god, not like it’s easy every day to hold this belief. Hell no. But like the winter tree, or the Mullen plant, we have much yet to offer the world.
Let that shine.
If you like my blogs which are a smattering of this and a smatter of that, I invite you to check out my novel Whispers for Terra. http://nancyhouserbluhm.com It embraces trees, soil and finding who we are.