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We watch the seasons
mark the year round. I love watching colors fade and live again. Color me
romantic, but I believe, seasons, as many other things on this Earth are
intimately related to our being human. Seasons teach us a lot about change, the
inevitability of it, also the wonder within it.
I don’t have a particular
Season that is my favorite as I have found that each one is charming in its own
way.
Most people live for
an eternal spring and that splash of color, others love the chill of winter, the
celebrations and of course the delicious, comforting food that comes with it.
Summer brings sun and sand, and there’s no denying, for some of us, a lupus
flare here and there, but we upgrade the sunblock and brave the day and get the
tropical agenda going, because we are compelled to have a little fun. Last, but
not least Fall, which we are going through right now; described by many as the
most nostalgic of seasons. Our body screams for pumpkin lattes, a good book and
those comfy loose sweaters.
In my opinion, I wouldn’t
call Fall, nostalgic, lethargic, let alone depressing. I find change of Seasons
have a parallel in our lives and there’s an open invitation to make the best of
what change brings to our daily activities, even to incorporate the
inevitability of change as the wisest of lessons. God compels us to make the
best out of our seasons.
There are times in
which we feel full of energy and times in which we are guided towards introspection.
There are times in which we feel emotionally naked, with our last nerve exposed
while we try to hold to our very last “leaf” and yet these moments of
vulnerability are pathways to self- and analysis, a chance to review and renew.
These little moments help us make the best of a sunny day, as we go out and
soak of on life, feeling bright as ever.
What is important is
to leave time and change in God’s hands. For His are all our Seasons.
