Moss covered, overturned, old.....a story to be told
We all have stories to tell.
Stories, rich in joy and laughter or sorrow and tears - not only that, but we ourselves are stories.
Living stories, that's what we are -
living, breathing, beautiful stories, being painted, not in black and white, but rather overflowing with every color charted, and beyond.
You are a living story -
continuously unfolding, told page by page as you live day by day.
There are stories that read like monologues, some biographies can make you feel that way. The way I see your story (or mine) is more like a conversation filled with ever changing participants.
This happens when your story becomes part of other stories
- which happens constantly -
Stories meet everyday, sometimes barely touching, like two strangers on a country road going opposite direction and, without stopping, give each other a nod of acknowledgment.
Other times stories become intertwined, woven together creating a story within a story.
This blending goes on, not just with one other story, but with many.....
- the colors and texture this creates is beyond what my mind can conjure up...
- incredible, as indescribable as a sunset igniting a fire on the sky, that slowly spreads across the horizon. Constantly changing, blending, casting hues that touch both clouds and the earth below.
Constantly changing, like natures seasons ......
I see our story unfolding in the coming and going of different seasons, just as in nature with spring, summer, fall and winter.
There are joyful seasons, filled with the excitement of a new adventure awaiting, like spring - other seasons can be like the time between fall and winter; Everything was a blaze of glorious colors, but then slowly faded, died, fell to the ground leaving trees to stand naked in a landscape of muted grey, appearing void of life.
Isn't it curious how we are often caught unaware in this shifting of seasons within our story- seeing that it happens from the day we are born!
What season is your story in right now?
Will you take the time to read the 'signs' and find out?
I believe it helps to know. When we know we can adjust and embrace the season. When the cold winds arrive in November, we adjust our attire accordingly - our dress code differs from what it was in August.
If we take the time to find out what season we are in, it will leave us less confused. Instead of pressing on per usual, ignoring/suppressing feelings, understanding will help us adjust our attitude toward ourselves.
If your story is in the end of fall - you can't expect to feel like spring. If a dream has died, if a job ended, an uprooting and replanting, if a story that was intertwined with yours comes to an end.......
Feelings of sorrow. Thunderstorms of grief, Cold winds of loneliness .Showers of tears.
They belong in this season!
"Tears are words waiting to be written" ~ Paulo Choelho
- don't be afraid of tears, don't suppress them, let them rise, let them fall, let them flow
- let their words become part of your story.
I walked through the woods in the middle of spring, saw new life mixed with old and even death - I saw the importance it all. Old, dead leaves, moss and branches in different stages of disintegration, turning to mulch, feeding what lies underneath unseen, yet alive and growing.
Can we embrace death?
That is very hard - but can we accept it as part of a season, part of our unfolding, ongoing story and trust that what died, can eventually become nourishment to a new life growing deep within, to be seen when spring shows up again.
I believe each season has a reason!
So live confident in knowing that your story is important, and never doubt that it is impacting other stories, if even for just a moment.
Your spring might have touched someone's fall
If you are in the bleakness of fall - embrace it. 'Bundle up, light a candle' and remember;
spring will arrive in time.
Lest we forget.....
Psalm 30:5 ".....weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning."
2 Cor. 4:17 " For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all."
~b
