New beginnings. New cycles. We are here, the same yet not the same. Growth. Renewal.
Like this bud on a fig tree, we need the right conditions for growth. This image, taken in the local reserve recently, conjures for me a flame, a green torch being carried by a messenger for Mother Earth. Take away the conditions for growth for this tree, and we take away the conditions required for our own well-being. Everything is connected.
this green flame is a cry for our children, and our children’s children
This bud, this green flame is a cry for our children, and our children’s children. Don’t let its light go out. Don’t ignore the path it is illuminating. We need to reset our relationship with the earth to one of give, not just take. We need to reawaken our kinship with the land. We are the land and the land is us.
This green bud gave me hope, and brought forth tears. May our tears become the rains to douse the fires. May we scatter seed with each footstep. May our hearts beat in harmony with the rhythms of Nature.
Life. My life. Your life. All comes down to this. A bud on the tip of a branch being given the right conditions to thrive. Let’s help it thrive.