The Light

The week has started with a bang. Busyness, sickness, plans rescheduled.
I am reminded of ¬†looking up through the leaves of our weeping cherry tree. Nature’s own lace work, letting in the light in gentle rays. I had a few moments of quiet to be mindful of the blessing of green growth. The new season strips the trees of their leaves and they are transformed into grey spindly branches. Change is coming in the crisp, cool mornings that grab at my lungs as I walk the streets. I feel it as I allow the light in me. This gives me hope on a busy day at the start of the week.