For Everything There Is a Season

Photo: (c) 2015 Linda M Neas

Living in farm country has a way of keeping me balanced - of keeping me from becoming too obsessed with any one thing - because on a farm, everything runs by seasons. "This too shall pass," is lived out without conscious thought. Change simply is.

Over the past month, change has hit many upside the head and left us spinning. The unthinkable has become reality. That reality has strained the very foundations of what we believe. Fear and depression has nipped at our heals.  For many, balance is tenuous.

This too shall pass! 

What I have learned, living in the community of farms, is that the dawn brings a new day, the harvest brings nourishment and once spring comes, the cycle begins again.  Applying that to life, I find that challenges can be overwhelming if I mire myself in the mud of "what if" or "I can't."  But, if I roll up my preverbial sleeves and fearlessly delve into the problem, a solution, a resolution almost always appears.

One thing you cannot do on a farm is give up.  Cows still need to be milked, eggs collected, animals fed and watered and crops sown, weeded and harvested. 

Our reality is that we still need to work, still need to make phone calls or write emails, still need to stand up against oppression, hate, abuse of any kind.  Our reality is that good things happen every day! Good people continue to do what needs to be done to help their families, their communities and the world.  We must remember this.

I sit here casually watching as the birds come to the feeder just outside the window by my desk. I watch as the snow melts, as the buds on the trees and bushes begin to fatten, a sure sign that spring will be here soon. In the quite of this morning, I hear Spirit speaking, "This too shall pass." I breathe deeply, roll up my sleeves and with fearless anticipation, begin the work that I am called to do.

Blessings to all!