Seasons of Nature: Seasons of the Soul

The first part of this article is a repost of a writing I did as the “Fall” season was rolling in to Toronto and the rest of Canada. The second part will be my thoughts, hot off my fingertips, new to even me for I have no idea what will pour forth, on the season of “Spring” that is amongst us. In reading what I wrote about the “Fall” season and in anticipation of what I will write about the current season of Spring.

The Season of “Fall”

TIME (or Seasons) -YHWH’s and MAN’s
There is a Difference – A Mirror Opposite

Consider this before reading what I have posted below, including the ancient writing called Ecclesiastes from the Torah. Is there even such a thing as time, or is it a concept as individual as you and I? And if there is no such thing as time, time being a divider of things into seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, centuries; a divider into what we call seasons of yet another concept of time called a “year” – then can it indeed be true that, as I spoke years ago (out of the blue, from somewhere in space this thought arose and was spoken) that to my Creator all exists at once; there is no yesterday, today or tomorrow. All, JUST IS. Rather a deep thought….long before I heard of quantum physics; long before that video “Down the Rabbit Hole,” and certainly many years before I picked up and began reading such things. I quote for you from a book I am currently reading, 2012 The Return of Quetzalcoatl by Daniel Pinchbeck. I purchased this book in March 2008, and only picked it up to begin reading a week ago (late April 2009). Here, then, is food for thought, from another, before you read what I’ve posted below.

The existence of a four-dimensional space-time continuum means that what we perceive as the linear direction of time is only an illusion created by our particular perspective. As the physicist Arthur Eddington put it, back in the 1920s, ‘Events do not happen; they are just there, and we come across them.’ Elaborating on this concept, Louis de Broglie wrote: In space-time everything which for each of us constitutes the past, the present, and the future is given en bloc. … Each observer, as his time passes, discovers, so to speak, new slices of space-time which appear to him as successive aspects of the material world, though in reality the ensemble of events constituting space-time exist prior to his knowledge of them.

And, as you read the following post that I wrote…remember as individual as each of us, so too our perception and we perceive, often times what we believe and thus project into human vision.

Here in North America, here in my home town of Toronto, we are in the last vestiges of the time or season, known as the “Fall.” An applicable name for this season, as I watch the leaves falling from the trees after but a moment of display of their glorious rainbow of colours. What an amazing spectrum of the creative Hand(i)Work of YHWH; a rainbow has kissed the leaves of the trees and in but a second the beauty begins to disappear. I wonder, “Are they sad. Their glorious days of rainbow colour were so short? Or, were they content and grateful to have been given any amount of time to display their majesty? Can we equate the lives of the trees to the lives of human kind? As one of those, I think about my life, my seasons. When a child, I wanted to be independent and allowed to come and go when I felt like it. As a teenager, I knew everything and could hardly wait to turn 16 or 18…the next season when boy oh boy, life would be just superb. Then reaching those times of my life, my thoughts projected to being 21, ad infinitum. Do you get the point? No matter what season of my life I was in….I wasn’t present and living it but projecting into some season down the road that I might not even have seen! But, I am happy to report I’ve seen all of those seasons, and am at the season where instead of wishing and projecting into the future, it seems I am recalling and at times reliving the past! When did the shift take place? Who knows, but it definitely has and in looking back at the seasons I’ve been blessed with, what I see is that, “They were the most wonderful seasons and I missed them…just about every one of them!”

Look at the majesty of a deciduous tree as it changes from green to glorious rainbow colours to stark nakedness. Does it twist and turn through each season; stooping or reaching in efforts to be higher or wider or thinner or have more sun, more rain, no snow? Absolutely not; it stands and grows exactly where and how it was planted and is rooted!

Seasons. They are marvellous and I pray that whatever Season I am currently living in (by man’s standards), I will indeed be living and truly alive to every nano-second of that Season!

The Season of “Spring”

When I think about and anticipate the coming forth of the Spring season, I visualize the blossoming tulips that I grew up surrounded by in the City of Ottawa, Canada’s national capital. I see a particular photograph I took of my daughters amongst a bed of tulips, their tiny heads appearing to be blossoms amongst the blossoms.

I think about the budding flowers, the smell of Lilacs that I used to pick that filled my home with their sweet aroma. I think of all kinds of things – things that seem to be “born again” after the long cold freeze of the winter. I wonder and am amazed at those flowers that are perennials, like the tulip, whose seeds remained frozen beneath the hard crust of winter ice, yet somehow even in their darkness, they knew when the spring thaw had taken place, when the sun was a little closer to the earth where they lay hidden and its warmth kissed the still brown and dead grass that covered them like a blanket. They some how knew it was time to “stretch out their arms”, wipe the sleep from their eyes, and rise above to be kissed by the sun themselves. They just knew it was time to come alive, again. Did they waste their time in thinking thoughts like, “Why bother; it’s only for a few months. What’s the point in all this? Year in and year out, the same old same old?” Were they bored with the same routine that they were “doomed” to repeat year after year? If they became rebellious, refusing to do what they were created to do – is this why some of the flowers I’d seen last year, could not be seen this year and would never be seen again? Had they died, gone into an eternal sleep never to be awoken again, because having decided they didn’t want to do it – well, seeing as how they were created to bloom and then go to sleep, and then awaken in the spring – well given they didn’t want to do this, then their purpose for being was finished?

Some pretty hefty thoughts to think and even more so if we relate it to you and I. We have our seasons of the soul; don’t deny it! If we know that we know that we are supposed to be doing something, that it just fits and it comes as natural as breathing (like my writing at this very moment; it is as natural and easy flowing as the breath I breathe that I don’t even think about), and we say, “Enough! I am bored. What’s the use?” will we wither up and die, like the tulip bulb that got tired of the spring thaw and wanted something else, other than what it was all about? No, I don’t think that I, the person, will wither up and physically die, but that which comes naturally, which flows, will wither up and die, as surely as my lungs would collapse if I refused to breath in the much needed oxgen. I know this to be true, because in those moments when it is not convenient for me to just write, but I get this “brainstorm” of a philosophical idea that needs expressing, and I can’t…well, I feel like I shall surely explode it I do not allow it to “Spring” forth into full blossom….

When ideas spring into mind, thoughts that might seem crazy “according to the world” (what does the world know….look at the mess we’ve created by the ‘uncrazy’ thoughts), we need to start trusting our selves, our intuitive selves, no matter the barometer of the world’s standards. If we keep stifling that which Springs forth naturally, surely the spring will dry up and die like the fresh flowing spring water running by my home; a dried up creek because the water just sat there and stagnated, became polluted and unable to move….and just dried up in the hot summer sun.

TIME (or Seasons) -YHWH’s and MAN’s
There is a Difference – A Mirror Opposite

And, as you read the following post that I wrote…remember as individual as each of us, so too our perception and we perceive, often times what we believe and thus project into human vision.

Seasons. They are marvellous and I pray that whatever Season I am currently living in (by man’s standards), I will indeed be living and truly alive to every nano-second of that Season!

Enjoy nature’s Fall, it’s remnants. This is my Toronto’s Fall Season.