SPRING: It starts out ugly and depressing. All the ugliness has been exposed. There is massive clutter. Things that you have forgotten about suddenly pop up out of nowhere adding to the ugliness. You feel, “Why bother”? There is too much to go through, too much to get rid of, it seems overwhelming. Then the rains come and it feels even worse. Everything is gray and foggy. There is no hope. But one day the sun comes out and a warm wind dries up all the wet, soggy places. You tackle one ugliness. You can see a small light at the end of that long gray tunnel. The next day is even better. You see small bright green things popping up. You are anxious now to get rid of all that clutter so the green sprouts have more room to grow. You smile as you work. “I think I might just make it”, you think happily. Life is pretty good.
SUMMER: Ahhhhh, the best time in our emotional seasons. Life is really good. No big problems. Little things pop up like weeds, but we are on top of them , rooting them out right away. We are happy. Birds are singing to us like in the Disney movies. We are married to a Prince. We are “Kings of the World”. Nothing can bring us down. Sure there are the occasional cloudbursts and thunder storms but we weather thru them and emerge unscathed. Everything is possible!
AUTUMN: The days aren’t quite as bright as they were. Problems aren’t being solved as readily as they had been. There is a melancholy feel in the air. Sometimes the rain makes you weep and you don’t know why. A chill begins to grow deep in your heart. An unnamed fear rears it’s ugly head, like a serpent. One quick glance and then it’s gone for awhile. Uneasiness fills your mind. The happy days are getting fewer and fewer.
WINTER: First comes the grayness. Everything is devoid of color. The sun no longer shines. Just day after day of nothingness. Darkness comes too early and lasts too long. Time drags on. You feel a great void enveloping you. You fall into it like Alice through the looking glass. You watch life passing you by. You have no desire to join in. You are nothing but a breathing mass of apathy. Until that day the first snowflake falls. And then another. And another. The great grayness is covered in glittering diamonds. Or mounds and mounds of white cotton candy. Everything is covered in peace. Sounds are muffled. The air is clean. A calmness enters your being. It seeps deep inside and covers the serpent and soothes the unrest. You can breathe again. Deeply. Deeply. You have made it through another emotional season. It is enough.