Tag: seasons

  • Move Accordingly.

    Friendships and relationships are very interesting to me, and me in them.

    I used to put stock in friendships and work really hard to be a good friend, and even take up the slack of the other, and try harder when things became shaky.

    Now I just accept them.

    When the person oversteps or steps upon me without a thought of my feelings, I accept.

    I accept who they are, and I accept myself.

    I accept my feelings.

    My feelings that want to turn away, to put space between us, to let the friendship fade.

    I honor its death or return to social pleasantries.

    The reason we came together is over.

    The lesson is learned, a part of me was returned.

    Most relationships have given back to me a stronger self then I was before I entered.

    In the past, I would spend time and effort to drag an ended relationship along, disrespecting its demise.

    It is my belief, that if we are to remain together, there is nothing we can do to tear us apart; we will be friends for a lifetime, if that is meant to be.

    And if we are not, there is nothing we can do to keep us connected.

    Once the reason is fulfilled, our interests fade, our common ground slips away, and we move on.

    It almost seems that there are people who serve the same purpose for multitudes of folks, that they serve the soul’s lesson in many.

    They give the same part of us back to ourselves, they are angels among us who never change, for we need their exact nature to find our own.

    Their strength is of an unchanging quality that we recognize and honor.

    This wall of unchangeable energy or source of power isn’t within our power to transform; yet we are transformed and changed in its presence.

    Friendships to me are unknown, until they are known.
    The length of time we spend together I can’t know.

    Is it a season, a reason or a lifetime?

    Only my soul knows.

    I listen and move accordingly.

  • Keep Dyeing.

    Life is the art of drawing without an eraser. 

    John W. Gardner

     

    When I looked at my photographs of the dyed fabric, I noticed below that nature too was dyeing.  Snow was disappearing into colors of spring and new growth.

     

    Winter dying brings in spring growth, one color leaving another color arriving.

     

    There is a flow or harmony to this, no revolt is taking place where one refuses to co-operate, it just simply happens on a warm spring day, the snow melts and the grass appears, a changing of the guards in silence.

     

    Each surrendering to the other, neither refusing or resenting, in confidence and courage this all takes place. 

     

    Watching nature can give us great insights to life, for it is us, without a mind.

     

    Mindlessly flowing and changing, ebbing and flowing, growing and dying, exchanging season for season, letting go and surrendering as the Universal laws unfold.

     

    The creative orchestra continues to play as winter exits the stage, spring has already arrived, we are never left in a spot of no season.

     

    For some reason we cling to this stage, this season, this moment, this time, not fully trusting that another lay right beneath, waiting to serve us, always.

     

    Die onto yourself, I believe the poet Rumi said.  

     

    Dye onto your self.  Letting the color of change color you, surrendering to each new color that arises, ‘know that this too shall pass’.

     

    Keep dyeing.

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