04/08/2026
I don’t post on here very often (I'm sure you've noticed) but what I do, do is walk regularly on Hampstead Heath, NW London - almost a stone’s throw from where I live.
In the heat of this summer it got me thinking that whilst on the Heath last winter, it dawned on me that there is something incredibly honest about the trees in the winter; it got me thinking and I felt I had to write about the bare winter trees.
They stand bare and exposed, having let go of every leaf they no longer need. They don't resist the season. They don't cling to what has served its purpose. They simply release and trust that spring will come again.
How different we humans can be.
We often hold on tightly to old hurts, disappointments, regrets, limiting beliefs, relationships that have run their course, or even versions of ourselves that we have long since outgrown.
Yet nature reminds us that letting go is not losing.
The winter tree understands something we often forget: before new growth can appear, space must first be created.
What looks barren on the outside is often a period of quiet preparation beneath the surface. Roots deepen. Strength gathers. Renewal begins long before anyone can see it.
Perhaps some of you are in a winter season right now.
A season of healing.
A season of reflection.
A season of learning to trust the process rather than forcing the outcome.
If so, remember this: you do not need to be in full bloom all of the time.
Sometimes your only job is to let go of what no longer serves you and trust the process and that new growth is already on its way.
🍂 What is one thing you need to release before your next season can begin?
