Beginnings in life are inextricably linked to growth. I’ve been pondering on this and have found that for some time now I haven’t really had any new beginnings. Am I a bit too settled? Perhaps I can go looking for some, but that’s not the way it works. New beginnings kind of knock on the door in their own time. They have their own rhythm and kairos moments about them and it has everything to do with hearing and responding, or not. I suspect my listening has become a little rusty, or maybe I’m just meant to be settled at this time.
Every year we treat ourselves to a visit to the lavender fields. It’s like a pilgrimage we make. To stand and gaze upon them is such a satisfying and pleasurable experience. Purple is a strong colour and I find that if you look at the field long enough, it’s as if everything around you takes on a purple hue. The image I took here shows one of the numerous fields. It was a good day.