The first cold front of the season came through last night,
and in one fell swoop, it now feels and looks like Fall in central Oklahoma.
I am not a winter person. and I admit that I’ve already
begun a subconscious count down somewhere in the back of my Caribbean brain to
that ominous first frost. It’s a clear understatement to say that I am not
looking forward to the engulfing darkness of winter—or its severe frigid
temperatures.
However, if I allow myself to remain in this moment, I have
to admit that I even love the phrase in English that describes this event, this moment, when we say that the weather is turning.
As much as many of us dread it, and even more of us run from
it, there’s something inherent in our beings that needs and feeds on change.
It’s intrinsically connected to hope, and to rhythms. After all, our body
itself creates a rhythmical pulse and drumming heart beat that defines what it
means to be alive.
Perhaps change simply reminds us that life is full of
possibility. Because instantaneously, and
without much fanfare, everything can and does change with one cold front—breathing
life, coolness, and enthusiasm into our lives, and even our spirit.
Turn, turn, turn by The Byrds
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