There are birds, but, not the song of spring singing in my ears.
I embrace the beauty of life through the eyes of the season because perception is everything. I can hear the symphony of life shouting out as the days pass into the sunshine of life. Eyes wide open, life. It's meant to be lived. Pretty sure that I read that somewhere, once upon a time.
Every now and again, I step back from the hustle and bustle of life and reflect on the year that is passing me by. Embracing what's coming and enjoying what is ready to pass. It is in these moments when I am walking through life that I come to appreciate the beauty of change. I embrace it now, instead of lamenting the missing another piece of my life, slipping through the seasonal distribution.
Do you have a favorite season or do you just love them as they come along, singing their song? Tell me... tell me... tell me do.
I have lived in places that simply skip this phenomenon called fall. The shades of foliage are stunning at best, hushed, and beautifully cast over the landscape. Who can refute its beauty? I will be the very first to admit that I am sad when summer waves goodbye, taking with it the monarch butterflies, the songbirds, and the flowers of summer, but, thankfully replaces them with autumnal grace. Yes, my darlings, there is #alwaysaflower.
Yet, there are some days, all I can feel is the whisper of the winds
Caressing the very edges of my soul
As I run my hands through the memory
Of how it feels to be warmed by you
In the summertime, when the weather is fine
So easy to embrace life. Reach out and touch. Hug that tree. Learn from that experience, and live in the moment. I have to wonder what knotted up this poor old tree.
Holding on to the seeds, letting them go...I walked through a forest, combined with trees and swamps, grass fields honoring the scent of vegetation, the mixed parts of soil, and decaying plants and felled wood. Clearly the smell of life!
The flower gives freely and selflessly until it is no longer. It never feels like it should have done more. It never feels inadequate. It just radiates beauty, lovely scents, and love. That is the inevitability of nature. If we could all live just a little bit more like that, imagine what this world would be like.
I walk through this post today, clearly bending the rules to the walk... but, yet, celebrating the different seasons of being. Winter, spring, summer, or fall. I recognize and celebrate them all. I have the four seasons and must say, I enjoy each and everyone, at least once a day.
It's Wednesday! We are walking! As always, I want to thank @Tattoodjay for hosting the #WednesdayWalk challenge! It is a challenge that allows you to share what you see as you walk through your day. Show me where you walked today, I want to see what you got to see and hear what you have to say. If you want to do the challenge, drop him a link on his #WednesdayWalk post, so he can try to visit yours! Whatever your day looks like, it is worth a walk-through. You can't always have sunshine and rainbows, but, you can always have a #WednesdayWalk! So cast your hooks out to reel in some sunshine and happiness!
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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