Or maybe it is the start of something new
The season of goodbyes has come. As the last flower on my orchid has fallen this July, so begins the end of it’s life. In January I wrote this would the year of my orchid, well the very thing orchids represent.
Beauty. Hope. Future.
How instantly things change, altering course of the future we thought we were going to have. How instantly we have to give up control and security of the path that is known.
Maybe it is the end of something. Or maybe it is the start of something new.