When you anxiously await Spring, and you are watching carefully for it, you notice that almost suddenly, new growth begins to push. It pushes out of seemingly dead branches, out of last year's dry stalks, and out of the cold, dark mud. These old dried Bulrushes are serving their last purpose before they fall into the wet swamp and become nutrition for following generations. That purpose is to spread their seed so that there is a next generation. (Can you hear me singing "The Lion King's" song, 'Circle of Life'?)
The parallels to our own lives are amazingly similar. I have had conversations with friends whose progeny are 'taking over' and although it makes us feel, at times, uncomfortable, there is also some comfort in it. We reluctantly hand over responsibilities, something that seems so un-natural at first, but when we do, it also feels right. We gradually understand what our father's experienced, and perhaps understand them better now.
The younger generation is gently pushing. A new season is coming. With it, comes a renewal that sort of looks like the last season, but different, and probably even better. We give in because we have no choice. If the old hoary bulrush did not cave in to the new growth, life as Bulrushes know it, would end.
It is all good.
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