The sun shines upon our windshield as we drive down the Blue Ridge, blaring 106.9 as we drive ’round bikers and sight seers toward the top of Grandfather Mountain.
Finally, we get there and we pull over and park. We pull the picnic stuff out of the back, the basket and the food and the sparkling water and the blankets. We take the short hike up through the trees, waving to other hikers, families and couples and elderly people with dogs.
We reach the top. We go out to the edge and look out. People are taking selfies. We stretch out our blanket and set up shop. We talk about the day, of work and worries, of small celebrations. We eat every last morsel and drink every drop, then we pack up and go home.
The view is just as lovely going down. It’s not about the journey or even the destination, but the time together. You gotta redeem the time while you can, cuz it’s fleeting. That’s for sure.
In the meantime, we’re happy just being us.
Read: Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Coming originally from Southern California, the concept of season is relatively new to me. In So. Cal we have three seasons, hot, damp, and on fire.
Now, that I live in North Carolina, especially in the mountains, I am beginning to understand them more and more.
There is spring, summer, winter, and fall. These seasons are not so much defined by a set period of time. That time changes. But each season, whenever it comes has its own distinct characteristics. There is spring, the season of new life; summer, the season of extroversion, of growth and vigor; there is fall, the season of fading and cooling; and there is winter, the season of sleep, darkness, and remembrance. All of these are necessary, especially if you grow plants.
My wife is growing a garden. She could tell you: there is a time to plant, a time to water; a time to harvest, and a time to let the soil rest. Not to mention the season where you rotate the crops and let certain patches of ground alone. All these are for the good of the harvest. We heed them to our betterment. We ignore them to our loss. All these seasons have things which must get done. And of course no one season has total claim on all the things. There are elements of all of them in all of them.
As you go through life, know that you, like the Earth and the plants that grow on it, live life in seasons. This is natural and good. We are not static creatures. Look around you. Identify and mind the season you are in. Find peace in the season you are in. And, of course, when the time comes, have a very happy harvest.
Take me by the hand,
lead me to the woods,
let me feel the pine needles,
the rocks, and the moss
upon by bare feet.
I am superman flying
through the branches,
with the birds,
I am a mole digging through the earth
I am dirty, I am beautiful
I am free