I had originally intended to post this last night, but in a moment of Friday night needing to get out of the box, posted something a little different. Now in the light of Saturday morning, we continue with our regularly scheduled programming .
Seasonal changes in the fields in the community where I live are a constant reminder of change
When I hear the drone of the tractor, I know change is happening out there
Beauty is plowed under, the field made ready
The barren field prepares for change
Here we go again
Beauty, seeming emptiness, fruitfulness, emptiness, a return to beauty
Change is cyclical, leading to growth and beauty.