I love this time of year. Even a brief walk in nature is a gift. And yet, have you ever noticed how much of the beauty in nature actually is a specimen of beauty of imperfections.
Beholding an ancient tree. The sheer size of the trunk. Noticing the knots, the shape of the tree that bends its branches in the stormy winds. A tree whose trunk has been split by a bolt of lightning. A tree that shows off the sprouts of new branches to replace the branches that are lost. Bent, assaulted by weather, storms, droughts… we see their beauty, resilience, strength.
So why? When we- or others- are subjected to storms, trials and tribulations… and we gratefully survive, can we not see the beauty of our- and their- resilience, renewed strength, and life.
