On the tides of life…

The comings and goings…

Finally, the rain.

After weeks of hot weather and most of the lake turning to desert, we have lush fullness.

Here. The final training ground for the older goslings, whose lessons in flight had been interrupted by lack of water surface.

Without water, these beautiful birds cannot develop their take-off technique and perfect their wings for flight.

And now they are gone.

We know this will happen every year, yet it is always tinged with sadness.

The valley is merely the nursery for their future as wild geese roaming the wetlands.

But we still have three goslings from the later brood, and it will be a while before they are ready to fly.

It reminds me that none of us are static beings, yet certain places are here for a season for us to develop our fruitfulness.

Where are you in the tide of your life?

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿