I was struck by this western sycamore tree in the cold rain of this late autumn morning. There is a feminine energy emanating from it: wisdom, solidness, firmness, richness. It is soaking up the rain and pulling nutrients from the dark soil and the decay of dropped leaves. It is so like some of us: preparing for the long, dark winter as we prepare for the potential of rough times ahead. Yet it also resting and gathering strength for rebirth in spring time — as do we.
Image: ljgloyd (c) 2012