are a time of reflection for me...
church just starts me thinking in the morning
about deep things
like pools of water...
mr w is back on his way up north to start a new working week,
the occupants are coming back...
mr w probably passed mr p coming down on the highway
as he went up.
it's got me thinking about new things.
it's a bit like this photo...
the new starts to unfurl
even when the skeletons of the past are still present in our lives.
the new takes time to appear
but soon enough
the old will disappear under the canopy of green leaves...
feeding the new...
sometimes we are disturbed by seeing an old season pass,
we're comfortable with the existing patterns
and routines and landscapes.
there is a grief and mourning that accompanies change some times.
the new comes into focus
and the shape of it
captures our attention
where the old once existed.
naturally Carol xox