New growth will take place.

Sitting in a space where things pause and yet what needs to pass by will so with the wind.

We crave moments of rawness, we crave moments of growth. We crave what is real and life-giving. 

I remember the first time I really sat under an Olive tree, it was in Morocco. There was something very peaceful and yet very raw about those moments. Now I am here in Rome and the countryside is filled with them. I love being around them. 

I might say I am a little like an olive tree, takes time to produce things, needs rest and peace. Desires to be in community (around other olive trees). Needing space to reflect and celebrate. Needing a farmer to prune back branches so new ones can grow in spring time. 

Olive trees need all four seasons. Winter creates space for rest and restoration. Spring brings a lot of new buddies and tacking unpredictable weather. Summer is where the olive tree shows its strength with standing heat and dry winds. Fall comes harvest and yet also a season where pruning must take place. Our spirit, souls and body needs all four seasons.