If you were to cut open our Souls, I think we would read a lot like the rings of a tree. You could see the years of tremendous growth … the years of hibernation … the years of Sun & Rain … the years of cold & famine; warmth & feast. Our Soul-Rings would radiate, and our stretch-marks celebrated. Each mark a reminder of our humanity – our growth – our ability to rise – our wisdom declared. Each ring birthing a new season; a chance at renewal and rebirth; resilience. ?