Funny how two people can look at the very same thing and see it so differently. My daughter-in-law and I were discussing October last weekend and she said, "I hate autumn. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it." Hate is such strong word so I asked her why. Her answer: Everything is dying. My flowers are dying. The leaves are dying. The grass is dying. The birds are leaving. Everything is going away. And there's nothing good coming for a long time.
Gosh, and here I thought that autumn was my favorite season — always have, but when it's put that way.
There's a storm coming our way. It'll rip a lot more leaves from the trees and we'll be left with a starkness not seen since last year. Good thing I know that, even though winter will come, spring will follow and this ages-old cycle will continue long past my time on this earth. We can count on a few things, after all.
I'm counting on the season in my own life to pass. I've had enough of it quite frankly. I'm looking forward to some changes and soon. It feels as if a winter of unrest, lack, and chill has been around far too long. Yes, it is time for a change.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.
~ Anne Lamott