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Maple and Spruce

There are two trees outside my window, not far from the house. One lost its colorful leaves over two months ago, the other is an evergreen.  

Like the bare Maple, something in me responds to seasonal differences revealing the growth and change that we mark with time. As 2014 becomes 2015, a sense of new beginnings and the promise of potential stirs the mental stew of past and future, rest and accomplishment, anticipation and acceptance.

Like the Spruce, something in me  knows of growth hidden in the appearance of sameness—that which remains as calendar pages are torn away (or digitally bypassed). There is much about our lives that endures through many seasons. New years are never all that new.

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