Or die as one?
One must die for another to be born.
One skin must be shed before another grows anew.
One connection must be simply cut loose before another forms.
No, not always.
Just an aspect of ourselves?
An aspect of that and everything else that’s under the sun.
There is true beauty within the winter chill of December.
We fear death just as we fear the winter chill.
Fear of the unknown.
Fear of what we cannot and must not control.
There is a massive globe of possibilities that is out of our hands.
That is ok.
We really don’t accept it that way.
But what can I say?
We can’t avoid the winter chill no matter what we do.
She will always come our way even if we don’t wan’t her to.
She holds love within her heart, passion within her soul, and grace with each step.
She is no different from any other season of the year.
Her special lesson for us is this:
Let go, reflect, project, and renew.
That is what she is here to do.
With everlasting love and grace.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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