A Fresh Season of Life

  "The past is worth only what it makes of us."   ~ Danielle Steele in  Zoya.   A couple of weeks ago, some of the weekly tasks we were meant to do in one of the studies I'm doing involved Time Jumps.  One required me to write a letter from 80-year-old Terri to present day Terri.  Not such a huge jump, just a matter of 14 years or so, which fact I found rather startling...I hadn't realized it was so near. (I did think of the irony that likely most of the participants of this study are much younger than I am and had to imagine a massive time jump of 50 years or so... I've always been a late bloomer. I don't mind blooming late.  All the best flowers in the garden bloom in the last month or so before frost and some are only more brilliant after that!) 

  I recently had a dream that I was standing on a platform above a crowd.  As I descended the steps, it was as though the camera switched. I looked at myself from the perspective of the crowd of observers before me.  

Welcome to my new season... Unlike agricultural seasons, life seasons are seldom regulated by time, the movement of moon, stars and earth's rotation around the sun, or a natural instinct that God built into a creature who might breed, fatten up on feed to migrate or hibernate.  For humans, a life season can last a few weeks or a few years, a month or a decade or more.  Some seasons are harsh.  Some are full of accomplishment and joy.