there are so many seasons.
seasons of the year
seasons of our life
the seasons of a relationship
and even the seasons of our emotional view
For most of my life I have seen autumn as a mournful time. It is a time of decay, leaves die, flowers die, ladybugs go wherever ladybugs go until spring. Autumn precedes winter which to me is the hardest time of the entire year.
But this year autumn is becoming a metaphor for my life
Leaves are dying but are so beautiful in their fall colors
Songbirds are leaving for the winter, but the happy little chickadees are arriving with their cheerful call
The days are becoming shorter and colder, but that invites us to curl up by a warm fire
My stamina is lessening, but it gives me patience to sit in the art studio
My body is softening, but that removes the need to chase perfection
There are fewer years ahead then behind me, but that helps me remember to make each day count
to share more
to forgive more
to laugh more
to savor more
to let go of that which no longer serves me
to lighten my load so when my winter arrives I’ll be ready for the trip