Seasons

A Blog for my Muse....

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

To borrow a phrase about seasons, I want to remind you that Harvest is a season. Its the easy season. It's when you reap the benefits of all you have planted. In order to arrive at a new harvest and a new crop, you must first be completely done with the old crop. The land has to be tilled and fertilized and tended to. You have to put in work. Get all those old roots and twigs and branches and ROTTEN FRUIT off the ground. You have to do the dirty work. There are worms and manure all over the place that have to be dealt with

The ground doesn't have to be PERFECT, but it has to be READY. If it's not then the next crop you plant will not yield any fruit. It will die. No matter how much sunlight and rain it receives, it will die. NO matter how hard you try to keep the weeds and parasites out, it will die. NO matter how much energy and effort you put into it, it will die. Imagine planting Champagne Grapes and harvesting raisins.

It's what I refer to when I suggest keeping your emotional house clean. Mine is by no means perfect, but one has to really do the hard work to get ready. You can't just say "I'm Done." and that be it, on to the next chapter. You must finish this and you must come through it a changed person, because you have to acknowledge that there is room for change and room for improvement or no flowers will grow.

I type this because I know from first hand experience. I am happy with my fertile plot of land. It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears and it is my pride and joy. It is the reason I am so highly discriminating with whom I will select to plow it [pun intended]. Instead of a scarecrow, I have a Rottweiler, but it serves the purpose; to scare the crows away. So if you are a crow, it's best to start flying now.

There is also the very real possibility that as the season changes for you , it also changes for me. That is to say that there can be different results for different crops in different seasons. That's why we can't get pumpkins in August or (good) strawberries in December. Certain seasons yield certain crops. A contentious farmer would study the almanac and plan accordingly. Seasons Change. It is one thing we can rely on.

Back in the 80s, a group (Expose) released Seasons Change. It was a corny, hairspray tune and at the ripe old age of 19 I thought the lyrics were so profound (even more so than the aforementioned folk song). I pasted the lyrics of the first half of the song. I know CaliGurl will remember the Metro Days, but this is one of those Karman Ghia Classics for your iTunes:

Some dreams are in the night time
And some seem like yesterday
But leaves turn brown and fade,
Ships sail away
You long to say a thousand words but
Seasons change
It feels like it's forever
No reason for emptiness
But time just runs away
No more day by day
You dream again, it seems in vain when
Seasons change
(I want you) I want to feel you by my side
(I need you) Don't you know I need you, baby?
Seasons change, feelings change
It's been so long since I found you
Yet it seems like yesterday
Seasons change, people change
I'll sacrifice tomorrow
Just to have you here today