“There are seasons inside a life just as there are seasons in the sky and some days bloom like spring, and others arrive with frost before we are ready.”
The Weather of a Life
One morning the sun warms the garden
and you think,
perhaps it is time to plant something new.
The soil is soft,
daffodils lift their yellow faces
as if the earth itself
has decided to smile.
You step outside
and breathe in the promise of the day.
But by afternoon
clouds gather like quiet questions.
Rain arrives without asking permission.
The wind remembers winter.
And you wonder…….
About how life moves……
One moment we feel open,
alive with possibility,
ready to plant new seeds
of who we might become.
The next moment
a chill enters the heart,
responsibilities, expectations,
the long list of things that must be done.
Children to raise, meals to cook and homes to care for.
People who depend on us.
Years pass quietly
inside that rhythm of doing.
And sometimes
we forget to ask
Who is the one
doing all of this living?
We wake one day
and realize,
the weather inside us
has been changing
for a very long time.
Reflection
Life rarely unfolds in a steady climate.
It moves more like spring in a northern place, sunshine one moment, rain the next, frost appearing when we thought winter had already passed.
Many of us were raised to believe we must keep moving forward no matter the weather, we keep the house clean, cook the meals, raise the children, take care of everyone around us. Then we realize the years passed in a quiet rhythm of responsibility.
Sometimes we become so skilled at caring for others that we forget to notice ourselves.
Only later, sometimes decades later, do we begin asking a new question:
Who have I been inside this life?
And perhaps an even gentler question follows:
Who am I becoming now?
For many people, especially later in life, this can feel like standing in a new season, the old rhythms still exist, but something inside begins asking for space, space to listen, explore, and rediscover the self that may have been quietly waiting all along.
There is no rush in this process.
Discovery is not a race.
It is more like watching a garden slowly reveal what has been growing beneath the soil.
You arrive and wonder, now what?
Tomorrow
Tomorrow we will explore another quiet question:
How do we know the difference between living by obligation… and living by the truth of our own heart?
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
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