It's that time of year again: a sneeze accompanies you on the walk through the backyard to the blooming cherry trees, the house is really starting to look like it could for sure, definitely, absolutely needs another coat of paint, puppies are born and flowers turn their colorful faces towards the sky. Desk jockeys push aside their Ion Light Therapy lamps in favor of open windows and students take to doing their homework on the lawn, ankles and shoulders peeking, and thanks to Franklin (Ben Franklin & Franklin D. Roosevelt) we have that extra magic hour where the sun lingers behind the buildings, over the water, beyond the mountains.
All of these changes heralding the arrival of the new season, a time of change.
A change of clothes, a change in sustenance, a change in mood - the change of seasons.
So significant is the change in seasons, and in turn, the change in our natural patterns that it has long been documented across cultures and mediums. Vivaldi's Four Seasons... the Greeks on Demeter, Hades and Persephone...The Chinese on Pangu... multiple Native Americans creation myths.
And despite the varied explanations on the patterns of the seasons, one thing is inevitable - change will come, and it is often for the better. Our very cyclical existence is predictable, for we know the sun will rise and set again tomorrow, but it's everything in between the rise and fall of the sun that makes the day, that makes us who we are, whether we welcome the change of the seasons and of crops and of afternoon activities or continue on as if life as we know it is the same as it has always been, and always should be.
As an advocate for creation myths, personal therapy, and living a constantly turmoil-filled life, I accept change. And certainly not one to resist such exciting things as mood swings, uncertainty, and constant personal fulfillment searches, I'm allowing changes, seeing as they were bound to happen anyways.
It seems strangely lucky then, that I work in an eclectic restaurant where we give fortune cookies with our ice cream desserts that provide me with oddly reassuring words of wisdom, such as this one, encouraging life as it presents itself, sunshine or not.
All of these changes heralding the arrival of the new season, a time of change.
A change of clothes, a change in sustenance, a change in mood - the change of seasons.
So significant is the change in seasons, and in turn, the change in our natural patterns that it has long been documented across cultures and mediums. Vivaldi's Four Seasons... the Greeks on Demeter, Hades and Persephone...The Chinese on Pangu... multiple Native Americans creation myths.
And despite the varied explanations on the patterns of the seasons, one thing is inevitable - change will come, and it is often for the better. Our very cyclical existence is predictable, for we know the sun will rise and set again tomorrow, but it's everything in between the rise and fall of the sun that makes the day, that makes us who we are, whether we welcome the change of the seasons and of crops and of afternoon activities or continue on as if life as we know it is the same as it has always been, and always should be.
As an advocate for creation myths, personal therapy, and living a constantly turmoil-filled life, I accept change. And certainly not one to resist such exciting things as mood swings, uncertainty, and constant personal fulfillment searches, I'm allowing changes, seeing as they were bound to happen anyways.
It seems strangely lucky then, that I work in an eclectic restaurant where we give fortune cookies with our ice cream desserts that provide me with oddly reassuring words of wisdom, such as this one, encouraging life as it presents itself, sunshine or not.
