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Seasons

Recently thoughts of dissatisfaction with where I am in life crept up on me and for a while I listened to them and strove after what I felt was the goal but then I had a lesson on seasons.  Seasons can seem confusing when we are not satisfied with trusting something higher than ourselves, because we must be able to figure it out right?  We have to know where we are going how fast we are going there and if we are measuring up to the standards of all those living around us. What I did not realize is that the need to use logic to know and to reach a firm conclusion of my entire life’s goal is a feeble attempt at control.  “If I only knew why God did certain things I would be okay with it” is in essence saying, “If God fits into my window of understanding I will let him do what he does without a fight.”  Anxiety comes from a spirit that needs to know.

Because of the way we as a culture have evolved we have lost sight of the importance of seasons. Before the industrial revolution hit we relied on the seasons, winter for rest, summer for work, spring for cultivation, and fall for harvesting, but due to changes in society we no longer value the seasons except for maybe their beauty.  What we don’t understand is that the concept of the season has a profound impact on our lives every day and so without this understanding we are content to meander through life without truly divining the season we are in and pursuing it.  I believe that nature is a parallel in many ways to the nature within us.  We are constantly on a journey in life and on this journey we are constantly moving through seasons of change.  The very belief that we are on a journey implies change.  So if we are going through seasons, should we not put our minds to rest in that we are in a season, and that season is where we need to be. With contentment comes understanding and peace.  The earth has no say in what season it is undergoing at a certain point in time, but that does not mean it cannot benefit from its time in each season, and that it is in a specific season for a reason.

Seasons of growth are ruined by jealousy.  If I am in a season of harvesting in my life and am reaping the benefits of what I have sown and yet am looking at someone else in a season of rest and put myself in a state of rest I am ruining my season.  When I try and put myself in a season other than my own I am missing out on what the season I am in is offering me.  Because of this realization I must be content with the season that I am in, which means releasing control of my path and pursuing  meaning in my current circumstances.  Submission to the seasons of life releases stress and promotes a contentment and inner peace that I am where I need to be and if I feel out of place I am simply trying to be somewhere I am not.

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The Lake

Nature reveals the things of the divine in a way man cannot maintain.  To those who listen secrets are whispered, mysteries are explained, and the spiritual essence of the divine is revealed.  The essence of nature is precluded by the illusion of control.  If a man sets his being against the chaotic melody of the created he will be forced to bend, as the directionless does not have a stop to its direction.  But if a man aligns himself with the violence, and relinquishes control to the beauty, he will find a stillness and an understanding not forged by the constrains of logic but by an unhindered union with the creator.

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Suspended; held in balance between a weightless abyss and a great expanse of colored nothingness.  I am overwhelmed.  Lying prostrate caught in a battle as old as time, two cataclysmic forces endlessly weighing against each other, a fine line of neutrality drawn between them, none the victor.  They advance at a measured pace neither making a rushed offensive, neither ceasing their endless barrage, both pressing on, playing the deadly game of time, moving through that gateway as one.

Many have tried to describe it using eloquent words and scientific terms, but in the face of such a forceful balancing such words fail to capture its depth.  In the midst of such power and conflict a thin band of peace and stillness thrives, an absence of all conflict, in which I find myself.  Floating on my back; peacefully, blissfully at rest, all semblance of control released to the invisible chaos around me.  Forces so immense the mind cannot hope to attain control; the only road forward surrender.  In such a moment the foundations of heaven touch down to earth, the dusty unused conduits of pure emotion open, and a pathway to the heavens is established. The walls around my heart so meticulously erected are swept aside by the pure force of the void, and an understanding swept my body.  Peace is not an amiable feeling conjured up by a release of pent up emotion, but the force that releases the emotions itself.  Peace is a violent action, the forcible removal of all except a void of pleasant nothingness, not a place of unknowing, but a place to know and to fully be know.  I lay in that state driven there by the magnificence of nature, and held there by the thirst of my soul. A need for rest, the only hope at action enjoyment.

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