The Nurturing Power of Destruction

I am only beginning to understand the nurturing power of destruction. For so long I destroyed without knowing the cycles.
Why are ants and bees more wise than me?
The rose bush is a master teacher, knowing when to bloom and when to simply be. Yesterday, I cut back her dead blooms. She did not argue. There was nothing to protest. It was time to let go.
And bloom again.
Thank you, I said, holding her wisdom in my heart.

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