Summer arrived late in my part of the world. Officially 1 Dec, yet the months of December and January were cold and wet. February has turned out not much better. The summer heat and glorious sunshine made infrequent guest appearances.
I observed and listened as people of spoke of the unpleasant summer, their lost summer – how days were the same and rolling by without positive intervention or relief. Their outlook no doubt influenced by the shadow of COVID19 seemingly a continuing threat. And how they were looking forward to summer, as they know and expect it to be. At times, my thoughts were no different.
The changing seasons are markers bringing certainty of something different and hope of positive arrival. Our expectations of that unchanging moment when the next season arrives – its timed arrival and similar characteristics giving us a sense of familiarity, predictability and control. We rely on them as if they are nature’s plan for our life. Time for the spring clean, the summer sports, the long country drives for the autumn scene or the sense of settling into winter and rest. Rhythms of our familiar lives.
The unease we feel – disappointment, fret and resentment – when the seasons do not change as and when we expect them weighs us down. It stops us from seeing the true beauty of what is before us. We forget nature is unpredictable and so is our natural life.
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them—that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like. ~ Lao Tzu
What is the season of your life? How do we welcome each season as and when they come? After all, watching the rain falls in summer is beautiful too.
How do we greet each moment as it arrives?
We welcome each new day with the knowledge that our expectations are the product of our minds and nature has no need to conform to them; we accept that change by its nature is unpredictable, and a surprise; and we let go of our expectations of what will be to delight in the surprise of new arrivals.
I love the brilliance of sun showers, the magnificence of the storm and the thrilling light show at night, the hope of new array of flowers…
Much gratitude for each new day,
~ FlorenceT
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