Colours change , birds fly away, temperatures oscillate, as the seasons change. Something about the changing of seasons has always called to me. The beauty, the grandeur, the wisdom, the fantastic synchronization and seemingly effortless planning of this mammoth change around us.
We were listing the fruits that come this season, in India, custard apple followed by guava. The ones preceding custard apple, don’t have equivalent names in English. I suppose they’re found just here.
Isn’t it beautiful this flow of seasons? The changing hues , ranging temperatures and the different fruit and vegetables we eat. We then wait for the next year for the cycle to start again. In this age of fast food, and instant everything , this excited waiting for the wonderful things every season brings, leaves me with a thrill, call it a childish joy, call it a quaint , romantic notion.
Life is like seasons. Changes flow one after another and then start all over again. Joy brings its colours and food with it, as does sadness. And we then flow to what comes next. Somewhere we learn to enjoy and simply watch the changing hues of each phase, each event, each emotion in life.
So like watching the leaves of fall, we watch the way our lives move. In sickness and health, in abundance and simplicity, in solitude and the commotion of crowds.
Life flows like the meandering river, watching each shore as its changes , learning from it, enjoying it, letting it be, smiling at it.
So I choose to watch, to joyfully, nostalgically observe , as life and the seasons change around me. I am the river, the onlooker, the soul, on this colourful, brilliant journey of vibrant colours and terrific hues. And I love it.
I am thankful for this. For the rain and the cold and the summer heat, for the autumn I have never seen, for the tears and the joy and the wisdom and the peace. I am humbled and grateful- for the seasons and all of life.
With much gratitude and love,