It comes whether we find ourselves ready for it or not.
It happens slowly but it's as though we don't notice.
Until suddenly, something in us awakens and we see it bursting forth and we find things all different.
Life sprinkles steadily to the ground to be absorbed, all rotten.
There is beauty in even this-the shedding of the old to make way for the new.
It's shedding means life is full of promise.
It requires a stillness and a time of emptiness but life will come again.
We are only emptied so new life can come forth in it's due season.