It feels like it is time for things to be at an end.
Don’t you think that the world seems a little weary lately? Perhaps it is simply because I am in school, and we are bearing down into finals season of the Spring quarter. In the midst of a flurry of end-of-year and beginning-of-summer activity, many of the faces I see around me seem sallow, overtired, and under nourished. We’re living a life that in reality is far from drudgery, yet we slog about as if we haven’t seen the sun in months.
But it also feels like that moment before a deep inhale. It also feels like that moment, just as a bird is leaping into flight where their bodies dip down as if gravity might actually win, a fraction of a moment before they soar.
This is the slow relief transition can take. Sometimes change is scary and threatening. Sometimes it simply takes longer to come about than we want it to.
I am looking forward toward so very much that will be happening over the next several months. At some point it is bound to feel manic, but I look forward to it nonetheless. I actually like seasons like this. In their own way, they are a thrilling part of life. It is almost tangible how the world seems to gather itself up like an old woman trying to rise from a deep sofa; you’re not quite sure it can happen, but then there she is standing confidently.
Do you like seasons like this? How do you feel about change? Has change been a polite friend or a stern foe in your life? Does this feel like a season of change in your corner of the world? Or is it a time of rest?
If you haven’t noticed yet, I am big on questions. I think we ask them more than we realize, and don’t ask them enough. Questions are an undercurrent toward how we live our lives. We use them to frame our perspectives, to frame our realities. So yeah, I ask questions. But most of the time, I don’t mean for them to be rhetorical.