Turn, Turn, Turn
“Our soul – with its insistence on finding the still point from which it keeps rising – carries us through the seasons of our lives. The still point under all that keeps moving waits under every season we can imagine.” – Mark Nepo, Seven Thousand Ways to Listen
Every season carries its own gifts. As summer wanes, the cool crisp morning air of autumn slowly enters, stage left. The summer days linger in the warm afternoon as the sunset exits earlier, stage right. Summer transforms slowly, then suddenly. Green turns to waves of orange, red and gold swaying in the wind to the crackling carpet beneath our feet.
If we remember and let go of the sweet summer days, we can open the blessings and harvest of autumn with no regret, filled with the same anticipation of spring to summer.
As more seasons pass, gratitude, hope and joy deepen in the small things, in the grace of moment-rich days. Be awake to the gifts of each season, accepting and appreciating all that comes from each one. A time to every purpose under heaven – turn, turn, turn.
I just wrote about that song yesterday in my blog. Great minds think alike. ♥
Must be the seasons and great minds 🙂
Tis the season, the most beautiful season! Nice!
One of my favorites – thanks,
Such a beautiful reflection — and reminder to be present to the turning of every season. Which today, in Calgary, is a bit of a challenge as snow covers the ground and the skies are pregnant with more soon to fall!
and still, there is beauty in the trees burdened with leaves and fruit and snow. 🙂
Snow already – wow. Thanks for sharing the beauty of early winter.