Seasons

October 24, 2008

Fall is my favorite time of year. The oppresive, balmy heat gives way to cooler dryer air from the north and it just feels so good. So many things change. The angle of the sunlight, the prevailing wind direction, sounds, trees, moods. I’m grateful the earth was created to cycle through seasons. It seems that each one lasts just long enough to appreciate the next one. Except summer. For me fall is the time I head outdoors. Into the woods, when the insects and the serpents are hiding. It’s a peaceful time of year. And as Melville says in Moby Dick, I personally don’t mind a little “damp drizzly November of the soul” myself, every now and then. It has a way of awakening that contemplative part of the mind. As we slowly head into that autumn of the earth, I think of how we each go through seasons on a personal level. Not cyclical and exact as the timing of the earthy seasons, but seasons nonetheless. Life, waning, death, resurrection. A time for everything.

“To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven” Ecclesiastes 3:1