On November 6, 2024
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Stick around and grow

This is the time of year when nature shows us how to let go

When all of the leaves have fallen

The trees stand proud and bare

They slowly release what does not serve them

What they leave behind in the soil helps fuel their future growth.

When the cold crashes in hard, the naked branches don’t hold snow

A deciduous decision to drop the dispensable

Leaving the tree least vulnerable to being damaged

They protect themselves by focusing inward

Spring is only months away and they are prepared to sprout their best self.

As we tend to eventually learn from nature

Branching out can leave us vulnerable if we show our genuine self

But there is a reliable way to keep evolving

We can look inward and reflect on our true self, beyond the bark

Our roots.

We reconnect with the core fiber of who we are 

Without all of the noise, the leaves, the display

To own who we are, knots and all

We figure ourselves out and make a plan

So that we may sincerely focus on standing taller and reaching higher.

And when the blustery blizzards finally break

Our chance to spring into action will be waiting 

Since we’ve let go of what we didn’t need

And we’ve reflected on what we are and aren’t 

We can now give our whole self to new growth.

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