Brave and determined we hold on to what is safe to that which is familiar. Winds blow, storms rage, but we stay attached, grounded in the roots of all we have known. Until a day comes when the pain of holding on, becomes greater than the pain of change, and we glimpse hope in a life yet to be. Mother Nature has a way of softening the blow, her timing is perfect her voice so soft calling us forward, Helping us to let go. By Alison Fielding.