Aspects of Being
Seasons of change come in so many countless forms, seeming to endlessly shift and alter where we stand like the sands blowing over the desert. Sometimes we catch the meaning and purpose in hindsight, though usually we struggle to maintain our positions. Yet while some things are indeed constant, nothing in fact stands still. Our views are but microcosms of all that is, and we possess the ability to expand on them. I myself find great comfort in the changing of the seasons of this Earth, blessed to be able to witness four rich variations where I live. Perhaps part of that comfort lies in a deep reassurance, knowing that in each year no matter what else has come to pass, I may see the coming round of a full circle. And although each season possesses and expends its own splendour and energy, from awakening and struggle, to birth, to fruition, it so happens that my favorite time is Autumn… For some it signifies
a mournful ending and a waning of the light of the Sun. But my own heart's
inclination carries my eyes to the utter clarity of that very light, now
unobstructed by heat and haze, and without the distraction of a sweating
brow. My vision takes in the pure blue ‘forever’ of the sky. It's almost
too painfully beautiful to behold alongside the startling contrast, the
hues of the leaves in their last throes before they fall to the earth,
becoming one with it again and dancing even then. There's something about
the waning of preoccupation as well that bestows a singular feeling of
peace, when plans, forecasts, and concentration give way to a sense of
completion and coming rest. The Earth calls me to be witness to and be
grateful for what the struggles have wrought, and know that they will begin
again in their time. It is an infinite blessing to note that while the
horizon may have seemingly changed and shifted, the Sun itself has in fact
remained where it has been since the beginning - And I welcome it wherever
it may appear. Some things are constant…
~ Peace and comfort
are not to be feared, unless we have never learned to befriend either.
The Spirit lives in the trees,
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