I M Perfect lady

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser. 

John W. Gardner

When I looked at my photographs of the dyed fabric, I noticed below that nature too was dyeing.  Snow was disappearing into colors of spring and new growth.

Winter dying brings in spring growth, one color leaving another color arriving.

There is a flow or harmony to this, no revolt is taking place where one refuses to co-operate, it just simply happens on a warm spring day, the snow melts and the grass appears, a changing of the guards in silence.

Each surrendering to the other, neither refusing or resenting, in confidence and courage this all takes place. 

Watching nature can give us great insights to life, for it is us, without a mind.

Mindlessly flowing and changing, ebbing and flowing, growing and dying, exchanging season for season, letting go and surrendering as the Universal laws unfold.

The creative orchestra continues to play as winter exits the stage, spring has already arrived, we are never left in a spot of no season.

For some reason we cling to this stage, this season, this moment, this time, not fully trusting that another lay right beneath, waiting to serve us, always.

Die onto yourself, I believe the poet Rumi said.  

Dye onto your self.  Letting the color of change color you, surrendering to each new color that arises, ‘know that this too shall pass’.

Keep dyeing.