Thursday, September 16, 2010
Funny, isn't it -- how we think we know what's appropriate for each season of our lives, and then some surprise emerges. For us in the Northwest, who expect cloudy days in wintertime, a patch of sunshine in November seems an incredible gift, and a brief rainshower in summer even more surprising.
As we cycle through those internal seasons we all have -- which so often have little to do with the external seasons (though I have noticed over the years that my creative juices tend to go into hibernation in wintertime) -- I love those moments of relief: a burst of laughter in the midst of grief, a moment of seriousness in contrast to a sunny mood.
I wonder if those startling blessings are actually always there, it's just that we get in the habit of seeing things in a certain way; if these bursts of light in the darkness and the clouds that give definition to a blue sky are simply a wakeup call. Wake up! Be present! Don't assume that how things have been is how things will always be...
Posted by Diane Walker at 6:29 AM