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Dying to live - Words of Joy
Sap remains in the vine. Life signs are present. Colour and vitality depleted but not gone for good. As I muse on the waning of plants and summer flowers, the colours of russet and gold midst green-leaved trees, I see myself mirrored in them. I’m in an autumnal season. Time to let loose, let fall all that is withered and dead within me. Prepare for the loosing, shedding, pruning, the dying-back of Winter and its attendant frosts and chills before Spring comes again. Time to embrace grace, make space for new life to spring up in the place of signs of