The stark intricate patterns of limbs and branches will soon sport a new shape; a rounded green leafy silhouette hiding the skeleton beneath.
Every year when the leaves fall I am again struck by the complexity of the wooden network that's been hidden for three seasons. How limbs branch out and divide and split until they are but small twigs. There's a beauty in that underlying composition.
What lies underneath in us?
We cover ourselves with the leaves of positions, responsibilities, and general busyness but if all that were to fall away who are we under it all? Is all the greenery support by a strong heart? A solid spirit? A network of beliefs and convictions that make up who we are?
Most seasons we are covered in our leaves but occasionally they are blown away – by some type of storm in our lives; then we see who are and the condition of what lies beneath.
In all your busyness and producing, don’t forget to nourish your heart.