New beginnings.

Photographs from a walk along the Water of Leith with David yesterday and some of my thoughts over the last few weeks.





























Green leaves, new beginnings, anticipation, looking forwards and looking upwards.
The realisation that to let this happen there has to be a letting go of old things, letting them fall to the ground, allowing them to die.
Taking space to recognise that there was beauty in them, and there still can be, even in their death. Their goodness isn't lost, but is passed on as they replenish the ground, feeding the growth of new leaves.
An antithesis of loss and gain, the old and new, a beginning and an ending. The struggle to let go.
Their time has come to an end and there is sadness in that.
There is space there too, for thankfulness. A gratitude for what has been and for what will become.
Hope in the new growth. Beauty in the life that can flourish.