Every November, I feel the change of seasons - from the vibrancy of Summer with its sun and flowers, to Autumn, with leaves taking one last glorious gasp in a burst of vivid colors.
The changing of the seasons this year parallels the change of seasons in my own life. Spring started with promise, longer days and flowers starting to bloom. The promise of Spring was dashed by a sudden fall out of nowhere, like a sudden Spring rainstorm. Hope returned with the fullness of Summer, my body and mind healing bit by bit.
And now, November. The pain has returned with the damp gray days, reminding me of my body’s new limits. My retirement marks an ending, and also an opening to a new beginning. I will give as much as I can, like the Autumn leaves giving us their vivid colors until it’s time to let go, abiding in the stillness of Winter.