Love That Seasoning

Seasons, an old topic. Since the world was set in motion. I had a short email discussion on seasons recently and thought I'd post it with some small elaberation.

The discussion had a start about noticeing things around us and takeing them in in appreciation. Something I've posted on before, in part. How their are so many things that we miss and also so many things we can see and still manage to pass by. A shame that we would rather invest our efforts in figuring out how to change the daily grind so that it doesn't always feel like a grind and by doing so sometimes walk right by Gods little love notes. Things like the rainbow cloud or the more recent reverse sunset which cast the sunset colors on the east while the sun fell in the west. Or something that is around a bit more often which would be the rose bushes a block away from work. I always enjoy walking out to the car from work. On the way I pass someone’s pink rose bushes. It is great for about 2 minutes. The wind moves the scent of the flowers down second street and I get to walk into it. They are a beautiful sight (in season) on top of being a pleasant scent and so I “stop and smell the roses” on those days, which makes me chuckle a little. When the roses are gone though I find that the 2 minute walk is less eventful unless I am looking for something to appreciate. We have to tune in on purpose sometimes or we will be thinking about how bad the day was or what we will do or watch when we get home, consequently missing the good stuff.

Then the topic moved to actual seasons. Not sure why. Probably because of the roses. Anyway, we were talking about how all the seasons are so nice and visual like fall and spring and winter. I said the only season that I don’t usually find to be amazing is Summer. In Fall you get what is a very colorful display of life shutting down. In the Winter you get a clean and empty feel with the snow. In the Spring you get the renewal of life all around. Summer would, in the cycle, represent the process in between life and death then, both fun but hard living under a bright hot sun. Summer is where we exist from day to day no matter what the season is outside. Keeping in context, it’s the norm whereas the other seasons are out of the norm for our existence or at least the existence we have known to this point. If I think about it like this it make sense why Summer isn’t very cool to me, excuse the pun. I am and many are interested in the things different from themselves. Not in matters of right and wrong or good and bad, but in having an appreciation for beauty in the unique. Though winter may not seem unique after living through 26 of them it is somehow fresh to me still. Representing something I have not reached yet. But one day will. Part of the cycle I will go through. Living, growing old, passing away, and rebirth (into eternal life). It doesn't hurt that I am a visual person and I generally like every season besides summer anyway. Not a fan of the heat.