Buds are appearing…

Yesterday the weather had settled a little and the Isle of Man catamaran ran again. She sailed through the gentle falling rain into port, yet with barely a ripple on the water. Today it is lashing it down with a mixture of snow and sleet with rain and hardy fisherman are sheltering in their tents on the prom, not even letting the weather deter them from their ‘timeout’.

There is a natural cycle that is never ending out there as the branches are waving in the wind. All the old leaves have fallen and if you look closely enough the signs of new buds are coming. The tree roots go way down into the ground, yet the branches, buds, blossom, fruit and leaves change throughout each year. Occasionally, the tree breaks and uproots when the storms rage.

I have been given pause to ponder lately on what happens when we don’t let our old leaves drop. Hanging on putting additional weight and pressure on our branches and in time choking the promise of life out of any new buds.

There is a vulnerability in letting the leaves go, as our branches are left bare and exposed with every single knot, scar, wrinkle, dent and bump there for all who care to see.

Carrying old leaves will give us a tree that resembles the old tree and the added weight can bend the branches beyond anything recognisable, as we shelter behind old foliage.

It’s painful to let the wind blow through your bare branches and feel the rainfall. Yet the wisdom in letting the rain in nourishes roots, allows the wind to strengthen foundation and the light to nurture new buds.

I am more than aware of the simplicity of my words and the meaning contained therein, yet sometimes the cry for simplicity can rage through the wildest of storms.

32 Responses to “Buds are appearing…”

  1. 1 deborahbrasket January 24, 2018 at 6:13 am

    I love your metaphor too. I read somewhere that the leaves don’t fall, they get pushed out by the new growth beneath them that is still invisible, not yet a bud. I like the thought of that. that even if we are not ready to let go, all that baggage will get pushed away when its time comes.

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  2. 3 frederick anderson January 24, 2018 at 5:58 am

    Exquisitely put, Jane, and so true. It is so hard to shed leaves, no matter how the gale encourages one. Incidentally here, at 5.54am beside my big rain-lashed window, I am wholly in tune with your description of the weather. I almost wish I was on the Isle of Man – that’s how bad things are getting! Voluminous hugs. (my word of the week!)

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  3. 7 Clare Pooley January 24, 2018 at 12:02 am

    How perceptive you are, Jane and you write so poetically too. I love the metaphors you’ve used and yes, you are right, we need to let go of the old shrivelled leaves before we can let the fresh new ones take their place.
    Hugs and love to you, my dear friend xx ❤ ❤ xx

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  4. 10 Jane Stansfeld January 23, 2018 at 10:33 pm

    Yes, I endorse all your fan club follower’s comments: this piece contains a strong message wrapped in a great analogy – congratulations. I wonder if the hibernating creatures fit in also or am I clouding an already beautiful thought? I will say that, for me, shedding all the old, especially on an annual basis, is much easier said than done. That is even when the suggestion is reinforced by your poetic writing.

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    • 11 Jane Sturgeon January 24, 2018 at 10:00 am

      Oh Jane, you warm my heart as always. It’s always tricky because of comfort, fears and old patterns. All we can do is put one foot in front of the other and keep nurturing. Hugs and much ❤ flowing to you. Xxx


  5. 12 dgkaye January 23, 2018 at 2:53 am

    Loved the metaphors Jane. A truly beautiful piece of writing my friend. ❤ xxxx

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  6. 16 ianscyberspace January 22, 2018 at 11:36 pm

    Those are such profound thoughts! UK has had some very unusual weather in the past year. I hope 2018 is a better year.

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  7. 18 tornadoday January 22, 2018 at 9:36 pm

    ………..that which we are, endures………beyond the color of leaves, the rise and fall of oceans, our heart’s gentle strumming endures ❤ You are so beautiful, my sweet Jane. …………….

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  8. 20 Cynthia Reyes January 22, 2018 at 4:25 pm

    A thoughtful and inspiring post, Jane. Thank you.

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  9. 22 smzang January 22, 2018 at 5:38 am

    Dear Jane,

    You have written some truly fine pieces, but none more so than this one.
    Absolutely brilliantly engaging and so very wise.


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  10. 24 grandfathersky January 22, 2018 at 3:22 am

    I pondered the feeling of trees in winter, watching the old oak at work, weathering a snowy day. They prepare through autumn, let their sap, their life, retreat into the earth, waiting to be called forth by spring. I always imagine Persephone, held in the underworld, longing to return to her mother’s arms. We only feel the pain, when we’ve not had time to prepare for a cold wind. Trees connect the earth and the sky, humans share that joy, yet we lose track of the instinct, nature’s guidance, through the heart. Regardless, nature has us shed our leaves, they become the soil for our new roots, and when Persephone returns, we grow, always reaching for the sky… Thank you for this beautiful reminder of love 💕


  11. 26 Leny Owram January 21, 2018 at 8:51 pm

    So perfectly written…deep observations full of eloquence. X

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  12. 28 John W. Howell January 21, 2018 at 7:39 pm

    The leaf metaphor was brilliant. Thanks, Jane.

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  13. 31 Al January 21, 2018 at 1:44 pm

    I’ve never read anything more eloquent regarding how we tend to drag our “old baggage” through our lives. The way you have created the metaphor of dying leaves versus new buds into nearly poetic form is a delight to the senses. Jane, your spiritual sensitivity is truly on display here!

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