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Taking note of the white pine in the forest. Its long needles a shade of yellow. I remember planting the pine as a seedling. Now it's trunk is well rounded with age. I love walking through areas where the white pine has blanketed the forest floor with its needles. It's a stroll through rebirth. So many don't see that as an answer to current struggles. The daily goals should find strength in understanding the journey of relinquishing and rebirthing. Over the past two years we've been flattened by the pandemic. If we were the white pine our needles wouldn't be of many because we've pushed ourselves away from the greater story. When we want nothing to do with something we push it away. Out of sight of mind. But the pandemic remains. BA.2 is the newest shutting down nations. Find your inner leadership and start facing the storms. To relinquish your needles doesn't mean the end. Feed your roots so that next season you'll have amazing needles ready for the awaiting soil. You've got to stop pushing away and start learning from. Your answers are around you. Look for them in nature.
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