Honestly I have never been so aware of the changes of seasons as I have been while reading the Wildroot Parables. Every season change implies saying goodbye to something loved; saying hello to something new and uncertain; embracing things changing beyond our control; preparing for a future we can only vaguely plan for. As in the march of seasons, so in the seasons of life. I am an optimist by nature and not by decision, so I enjoy the march of seasons and have always found something to love in each of them. It's a reminder that life isn't something we can control. Nevertheless, you've opened my eyes to a perspective that I never considered before, that these transitions are not easy and not so easily ignored or rationalized away.
Fall is my favorite season but I know that not everyone feels that way. The month that is always hardest for me to get through is February. The calendar may say 28 days but it always feels longer. Maybe it seems like winter is trying to hold on and spring is trying to open the door and it is just an emotional jumble for me.
Yesterday I thought of how September here is a favorite time for me. The greens begin to differentiate themselves again, adding yellows and browns, the branches shed weight bringing again a grace to their forms, and there is a friendliness in the air, like a gathering where people have set aside any animosity because they know what’s coming or what has passed.
I like the effort to see many aspects of human experience. If September was an age, perhaps it would be someone in their 50s. I appreciate discussing the poignancy of change and how it is not exciting for everyone. Thanks 🫶
The idea that fall brings both coziness and a sense of longing is something many of us can relate to, and it's comforting to know that these feelings are natural responses to the changing world around us. Thank you for this sharing.
My husband and I adore autumn. We celebrate the Equinox with a special dinner -- and this year, a gift exchange of books. All Hallow's Eve is our favorite holiday and our anniversary, his birthday and our son's birthday are all celebrated in autumn. And while we also enjoy (and celebrate) winter...I agree w/ Mackenzie's sentiment about February. It can be soooo tedious. The most delightful winters are the ones where we discover skunk cabbages peeping up from the snow! ♡
Honestly I have never been so aware of the changes of seasons as I have been while reading the Wildroot Parables. Every season change implies saying goodbye to something loved; saying hello to something new and uncertain; embracing things changing beyond our control; preparing for a future we can only vaguely plan for. As in the march of seasons, so in the seasons of life. I am an optimist by nature and not by decision, so I enjoy the march of seasons and have always found something to love in each of them. It's a reminder that life isn't something we can control. Nevertheless, you've opened my eyes to a perspective that I never considered before, that these transitions are not easy and not so easily ignored or rationalized away.
Fall is my favorite season but I know that not everyone feels that way. The month that is always hardest for me to get through is February. The calendar may say 28 days but it always feels longer. Maybe it seems like winter is trying to hold on and spring is trying to open the door and it is just an emotional jumble for me.
Yesterday I thought of how September here is a favorite time for me. The greens begin to differentiate themselves again, adding yellows and browns, the branches shed weight bringing again a grace to their forms, and there is a friendliness in the air, like a gathering where people have set aside any animosity because they know what’s coming or what has passed.
I like the effort to see many aspects of human experience. If September was an age, perhaps it would be someone in their 50s. I appreciate discussing the poignancy of change and how it is not exciting for everyone. Thanks 🫶
The idea that fall brings both coziness and a sense of longing is something many of us can relate to, and it's comforting to know that these feelings are natural responses to the changing world around us. Thank you for this sharing.
Hadn't viewed it before as discomfort, but it makes sense. Just like to park myself on a comfy bench with a strong coffee or hot cider, and I'm good!
My husband and I adore autumn. We celebrate the Equinox with a special dinner -- and this year, a gift exchange of books. All Hallow's Eve is our favorite holiday and our anniversary, his birthday and our son's birthday are all celebrated in autumn. And while we also enjoy (and celebrate) winter...I agree w/ Mackenzie's sentiment about February. It can be soooo tedious. The most delightful winters are the ones where we discover skunk cabbages peeping up from the snow! ♡