Of Time and Tides
Spring is coming. I can feel it in my bones, can smell it in the air, can see it by the cherry blossoms in the trees. The days are warmer, the nights shorter. Everything I see is coming to life again, as flowers and trees strain from their earthy cocoons and reach for the skies.
Thinking back over this past winter, I see many analogies. The grim mind set I slipped into over fall and winter, as every effort I made seemed to either backfire, do nothing, or do almost nothing. My attempts at vacations and breaks, which seemed almost to be less fulfilling than staying at home, reading. The bleak, bitter, cold outlook I had on life over New Years', as I stumbled home and tried to cover my wounds and weaknesses.
The new year brought many changes. Wisdom, in the form of learning from painful experiences. A promotion at work, making it that much easier to take care of Dad & Sheila. Acceptance, after looking in the mirror and realizing just how far I can be driven to love and anger, compassion and ruthlessness. Love, with Kate, with a depth so profound that I was sure it was only found in novels and poetry. Joy, with the sheer whimsy and delight that reminds me what it was like to be a child and carefree.
Spring is coming. We are a little older, a little wiser, a little more worn down. Life around us is coming to fruition again, a cycle as ageless as the tides.
It's time to begin again.
Thinking back over this past winter, I see many analogies. The grim mind set I slipped into over fall and winter, as every effort I made seemed to either backfire, do nothing, or do almost nothing. My attempts at vacations and breaks, which seemed almost to be less fulfilling than staying at home, reading. The bleak, bitter, cold outlook I had on life over New Years', as I stumbled home and tried to cover my wounds and weaknesses.
The new year brought many changes. Wisdom, in the form of learning from painful experiences. A promotion at work, making it that much easier to take care of Dad & Sheila. Acceptance, after looking in the mirror and realizing just how far I can be driven to love and anger, compassion and ruthlessness. Love, with Kate, with a depth so profound that I was sure it was only found in novels and poetry. Joy, with the sheer whimsy and delight that reminds me what it was like to be a child and carefree.
Spring is coming. We are a little older, a little wiser, a little more worn down. Life around us is coming to fruition again, a cycle as ageless as the tides.
It's time to begin again.