Winter Storm

Winter has arrived with good rain and strong winds. The garden looks washed and cleansed.

The winter storm blows everything clean and brings out the underlying form.

The edges are feathery.

But underneath the core becomes visible.

Under the twisting and turning lies the eternal movement of a spiral.

The seasons spiral through time; year after year.

Creating ever changing patterns

Patterns with various degrees of fluidity.

And what looks chaotic and undulating brings forth buds with a promise of the beauty to come.

Fruits are carrying the seeds for a new circle.

And some flowers are dancing a prophetic dance with the wind.

A lonely bee holds on tight for the storm to soften

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Mushrooms are coming up. Now is their time to flourish.

In this spiral of life everything has it's own time.

Clarity

After the good rain this morning was crisp and cold. Clarity is in the air.

Growth has the archetypal form of stem and branches. 

Even in resting this form is a visible reminder how life will unfold.

Simplicity is an expression of calm.

The clarity of the winter sun invites contemplation.

Young leaves are unfolding for prayer.

Plants are worshiping the sun.

Flowers are celebrating the clarity of the light with joy.

And the water at the pond is dancing in the morning sun.

There are sparkles everywhere.

This morning Phakane is filled with light, clarity and joy.