The Time of the Season

Where the only consistency is inconsistency. The transition from winter can be likened to the transition from childhood. It brings joy, growth, new experiences...but also frustrations, tumult and confusion.

Last night we had snow. The temperature of air and ground were sufficient to prevent sticking, but the fall was hard and heavy. Today, it is sunny and warm. One can predict the swings of weather through wind. Winds precede and follow frontal systems. When the winds pick up, something is coming in or moving out. It is interesting that such a dynamic and energy-filled phenomenon such as wind is the hearald of change. Form mirroring function. And the winds have been prevalent of late.

Transition times are always those that test and try. One must let go of the familiar and comfortable, whether happily or regretfully. While one hand reaches for the new, one is still clinging to the old...hard to maintain balance that way. And the hand is not used to the feel of the new. It doesn't know how to grip, how hard to sqeeze, the ways to manipulate. It takes practice to be able to successfully hold the with confidence. If only one hand is at work, the time to mastery is long and arduous. If both hands work together, success comes more quickly. Only by releasing our grip on the old can a new time begin in earnest.

Mother Nature is following the first path this year. I hope to follow the second.