I’ve always tended to think of this time of year as as a season of dying back.
I’m increasingly discovering that that’s not the whole story, as many examples of wintry life become apparent, from tiny insects to fungi to migrating birds, as well as the endless regeneration happening beneath the surface of trees and soil.
The very colours of nature tell us that, even in the winter of our discontent, in the ‘valleys’ and ‘deserts’ of our lives, in the challenges and difficulties, when all hope seems lost and it feels like dying in our souls, something vibrant and luminous may be happening at a deeper level.
…as these winter leaves teach us.
Something seen only by the One who creates and shapes us.
“I’m full of colour when You’re with me
You are the artist and You set me free
I’m still unfinished, You’re shaping my heart
You carve every detail, I’m Your work of art“
Bright City – Colour
(Photos taken in my back garden)