I once remember a friend of mine asking a group of us “What season do you think you’re in?” My instant, admittedly laddish thought at the time was “Everyone knows it’s the ’98/99 season and Liverpool are trying their level best yet again to finally win the Premier League.”
Sadly, they seem as far away as ever from achieving that feat. Happily, I honestly don’t care that much these days.
What she went on to talk about of course, was the seasons of life and how it can be helpful to think of them as the seasons we are perenially surrounded by.
For all kinds of reasons, I personally feel like I have finally emerged from a rather long, often cold and dark Winter and am now looking forward to the Spring, with all the blossoming that comes with it.
It only dawned on me yesterday as the blue sky and warmish sunshine actually made it comfortable to feed Molly her lunchtime biscuits whilst sitting on the back door steps. The fact that it feels like I am in sync with the four seasons of the year makes it all the more poignant I guess.
What season are you in? Winter, Spring, Summer or…Autumn (not Fall!)?
What can you practically do in order to advance to the stage or season you have been envisioning, reaching for?
Sometimes of course, you can do nothing at all, except enjoy what there is to enjoy with every season.
Here is the view that greeted me this morning whilst walking with Molly…
The frost had melted but there was still the gorgeous mist in the distance. It was well worth the walk as well as the climb!