There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
To everything, there is a season.
Have you ever heard the song associated with this verse? When I was in high school we sang it for one of our spring chorus productions, and I remember having a very surface level understanding of it and it’s metaphors. I don’t think I ever fully appreciated how fitting, how magical, how fundamental the changing of the seasons were until I became a mom. Experiencing fully how fast, how fleeting and how much wisdom is gained within each of the seasons.
I’m still learning to fully trust and embrace the notion that it’s all in perfect timing, but I’m absolutely enthralled with the energy that each new season brings. I feel a new year brings this and even more.
This year I’ve opted for not choosing a ‘word of the year’ or making specific resolutions as I’ve done in years’ past. However, the notion of seasons — both literal and figurative — remains at the forefront of my mind as this new year unfolds.
So! Here’s to:
Acknowledging and embracing that there is a perfect season for everything and allowing oneself to truly live within whatever season they are presently in.