Life has a way of showing us through nature one of the plainest expressions humans encounter, especially today, and that’s the battle of wills.
One of my sons told me, “he doesn’t know what is going on with the weather; it’s steaming hot one second, then thundering and lightning the next, on repeat.”
Autumn is when it becomes more relaxed, temperature decreases, preparing for winter. The daylight seems to fade faster in preparation for winter… the death of the season, to begin a new season with new growth.
Last year finding so many things in my life had been a lie was overwhelming, to say the least. Yet, as I look to the sky, smell the air…embracing the next season to shed off the old, then the season after that to die for the new growth to begin, growing a new harvest in the season, after that: is something I look forward to with a big smile on my face.
Seasons remind us there is a time for all, just not all at once. If we get out of the way and allow the change, embracing the preternatural ability of what rarely occurs, that’s when we can indeed celebrate.
Change is expected the outcome yet is seldom known. I’m embracing it either way.
