I fell in love with the rose of sharon this winter.
I think it was the small seeds inside the dried pods.
They reminded me of sunflowers.
I took hundreds of photos of the faded, drooping and crinkled flowers.
I googled and googled until I discovered what type of bush I was shooting.
And I couldn't wait to see the transformation from dried stem to flowering plant.
Last week I saw this.
As the old hung on for dear life,
the new pushed through.
Fresh.
Vibrant.
Strong.
And in an instant the anxiety that had been plaguing me faded.
As I work to shed some old, unhealthy habits that
{let's just say it}
hang on for dear life
I worry that they will
{once again}
win.
I'm longing for fresh, vibrant and strong.
I'm pushing for fresh, vibrant and strong.
Somehow it helped me to see the old and the new co-exist on this bush.
I was reminded that change does not always happen in an instant
That just because evidence of the old hangs on,
it doesn't mean that the new is not growing.
Let me say that again.
Just because evidence of the old hangs on,
it doesn't mean that the new is not growing!
I love that thought.
My heart needed that thought!
And I am, once agina, grateful that my photography slowed me down,
opened my eyes,
and guided my heart towards a healing connection.
Joining Kat for
and Heather for