“The spiders are on my tomatoes!” she cried, “and my husband is in front of the TV watching football... ”
The seasons change. Here in the northern hemisphere my patient laments the coming of winter, the loss of her garden signaled by the spiders, and the loss of her husband to televised sports until spring. He does emerge in the spring along with her flowers.
What is your lament about the season change?
How can you ritualize the loss of the last season?
What can you get excited about in the season to come?
You can make your seasonal transitions beautiful when you look with an artist’s eye or a poet’s heart.
And remember Ecclesiastes’ wisdom text.
To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
The rest goes on in this fashion. I am fascinated by the pairings. (You can read it all here.)
Dive into the seasonal changes.
My goal is to enjoy the loss of each season, and celebrate the new season.
Farewell summer,
William
