A Season Ends
A season ends, and so it must if it is to yield its turf to a new one...
The days are getting shorter, and the darkness lingers longer into the morning...
The warmer days will soon acquiesce to the onslaught of cooler and crisper days...
This is simply the nature of things...
And here I am, two weeks after having returned from the mountains out west, and still my head seems to be up in those clouds...
So many projects and plans had I laid out for this summer, and nothing turned out as I had imagined. I lay out some more plans for the coming months, curious as to whether defined goals will be met. But in the final analysis, does it matter?
Life is about the journey - not the destination - you'd think I would have learned that by now. And it is certainly always about the lessons - so many of them - always arriving in constant succession - a never ending flow and stream...
Thus we reflected, my friend and I, as we lunched and sipped on dark rich coffee - our conversation as deeply textured as a finely woven tapestry. We laid bare morsels, deep within our souls - defiantly agitating and vying for our attention. Sharing for me was cathartic, and I slept better than I have in a while...
A season ends, and a pile of books remains unread, various projects are still just seed thoughts, and deep longings to walk alongside the ocean remain unrealized...
A season ends, and another begins, and I have no idea what it will bring. But whatever comes, it will surely be what it must be. The new season will arrive, like the ocean tide - bringing new experiences and new directions. It will arrive bearing lessons I need to learn and play out, and the truth is simply - that I know and believe, that in the end, all shall be well...
The days are getting shorter, and the darkness lingers longer into the morning...
The warmer days will soon acquiesce to the onslaught of cooler and crisper days...
This is simply the nature of things...
And here I am, two weeks after having returned from the mountains out west, and still my head seems to be up in those clouds...
So many projects and plans had I laid out for this summer, and nothing turned out as I had imagined. I lay out some more plans for the coming months, curious as to whether defined goals will be met. But in the final analysis, does it matter?
Life is about the journey - not the destination - you'd think I would have learned that by now. And it is certainly always about the lessons - so many of them - always arriving in constant succession - a never ending flow and stream...
Thus we reflected, my friend and I, as we lunched and sipped on dark rich coffee - our conversation as deeply textured as a finely woven tapestry. We laid bare morsels, deep within our souls - defiantly agitating and vying for our attention. Sharing for me was cathartic, and I slept better than I have in a while...
A season ends, and a pile of books remains unread, various projects are still just seed thoughts, and deep longings to walk alongside the ocean remain unrealized...
A season ends, and another begins, and I have no idea what it will bring. But whatever comes, it will surely be what it must be. The new season will arrive, like the ocean tide - bringing new experiences and new directions. It will arrive bearing lessons I need to learn and play out, and the truth is simply - that I know and believe, that in the end, all shall be well...
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