Seasons Change

I don't know why, but there's a small part of me that is always a bit surprised and in awe of the changes that happen between seasons. Here in Upstate NY, we get a taste of all four (with a heavy helping of winter for sure), and I find myself grateful and indebted to Mother Earth and her magical workings.

Okay, okay, I know, very spiritual of me... but I find it quite beautiful that somehow nature takes its course. It's amazing to me, because sometimes life feels so stuck, so uncertain, so intangible, that having something to rely on is key - even if that something is the change in season.

I often feel overwhelmed by my inner world, and we know that our collective world is deeply hurting right now. There are moments where it becomes too much for my mind to process, and I begin to feel a looming existential crisis (perhaps the third one this month? :)) on the horizon. Questions pop into my head like, "What does it all mean?" "Why is there so much pain in our world?" "How can I feel useful in helping, knowing that I will never be able to help everyone?"

In these moments, I feel it's always better to pause and take a look around. Right now, for example, the sun is shining. It has been particularly sunny this week, and even though it's still freezing outside, I can sense a hint of spring floating through the air. With the absolute chaos that surrounds us, with all the tragedy and sadness, heartbreak and hurt - with all of it combined into this one home of ours - somehow, in spite of everything, seasons change.