The Seasons of My Life

I was born in springtime, when the world awakens and breaks it winter fast. The chill warms into rain and shine to bring flowers of new growth and beauty. New life abounds infinitely, as creatures stir to co-Create, whether for the first time or once again. As is spring, so is childhood.

I was married in the summer of my life, where everything is bright and lively, anticipating the glorious long days of life, giving way to beauty, energy, and endlessness. I became a mom and wife in the same fragrant season with great slendor and awe, bringing to fruition a multitude of dreams and the next chapter to begin.

I have moved in the autumn of my life, back to a place where I was young. I revisit old haunts in memories, places, and images that transport my mind to yesterday, as I purposefully look to preparation of tomorrow. I am drawn to ready myself for the eventual eternal winter that will fall upon us all. I think of the generations who have come before me and the line that I perpetuate. Magnificent and long-suffering, are a great many who have come in turn, with fascinating stories of their own.

I see trees withdraw their energies and bring forth a beauty that is enhanced by the subtle drear in the air. Though the sleep of winter sits impending, the land tranforms to welcome her chill and twilight. Just as the apple tree needs a winter rest uninhibited in order to prosper, so too, the soul must prepare for the fruit it must bear through a season of contemplation and preparation, perchance to be reborn into the eternal spring of the Resurrection of all life into One Love and communion with Creation and Truth.

I find I do not fear death, only an unrepentant and mindless life lived, because we all must die to live again in Eternity. We die now, that we may live in eternity of the day of Resurrection.