Good morning…
Spring is tipping into summer everywhere I look. The pruned back branches of winter gave way to small leafy buds this spring, and now those same trees are exploding with green growth. I watched my neighbors’ lawn guys dig up still beautiful pansies yesterday. Purple and white flowers remaining poised atop thinning, scrawny stems. A few weekends ago, I too changed from pansies to begonias in the pots outside my front door. 84-degrees is the predicted high for today, with 90-degrees in the five day forecast. Summertime is truly heating up. This morning, as a family we closed out this school year with an 8th grade graduation; no need to return to school until fall sports practices begin the first week of August. Spring is tipping into summer everywhere I look.
Seasons never stay the same, in nature, in our kids’ lives, or in our expanding souls. We and our loved ones will never be younger than we are today, we will never be just the way we are in this very moment, and we will never be able to stop the tides of time from methodically reshaping.
As spring tips into summer, “One is forced against one’s mind, against all tidy resolutions, back into the primeval rhythms of the sea-shore. Rollers on the beach, wind in the pines, the slow flapping of herons across sand dunes, drown out the hectic rhythms of city and suburb, time tables and schedules. One falls under their spell, relaxes, stretches out prone. One becomes, in fact, like the elements on which one lies, flattened by the sea; bare, open, empty as the beach, erased by today’s tides of all yesterday’s scribblings.” (p. 16, Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s Gift from the Sea)
Spring is tipping into summer everywhere we look, inside us and around us. Will we enjoy the shedding of tidy resolutions to fall under the spell of primeval rhythms? Will we love relaxing, being flattened, stretching out prone? Bare, open, empty, will we savor slowing down? Will we welcome today’s tides as they erase all of yesterday’s scribblings, offering us an untouched shore to walk upon barefoot for a while?
Or will we do all we can to resist the impending change of season?
An old familiar song sings, “I fought the law and the law won.” Digging deeper into these sands of truth, we uncover new awareness, “If I try to fight the law of nature, nature will win.”
For I joyfully delight in the law of God in my inner self [with my new nature] (Romans 7:22, AMP).
…Sue…
