The intricate tapestry of life evolves as instinctively as the colorful seasons. The Creator’s Masterpiece. Predestined to be one for, “All are from dust, and to dust all return.” Ecclesiastes 3:20.
Whenever nature weeps and moans in despair, shades of azure and indigo spread out across her blueprint. A bittersweet reminder that winter storms will end and so will suffering. Keeping her promise, Spring arrives with new hope for the broken-hearted. She prepares the forest beds with soft, fresh linens of emerald-green moss. Then waits patiently, knitting forget-me-not threads of new possibilities and a mother’s love, into swaddling blankets to wrap each precious babe. Choosing delicate soft baby blues and rose-bud pinks from her ever-growing forest palette. Life, like a lovely garden, steps bashfully into the sunlight and takes her first curtsy. She is wearing a floral patchwork celebrating all the events that have shaped her story. A landscape bursting into a kaleidoscope of ever-changing colors announces the glorious season of Summer. Songbirds serenade her new lovers, as the forest witnesses their stolen kisses. Life goes on while the seasons mature, but wisdom makes its final home in Autumn. A time of harvest. A time of peace. And by far the most beautiful season of all.
“The tapestry of life was woven together with threads of love, that although weathered, had stood the test of time and grown lovelier with each passing season.” -by Lois Macdonald