Do we not each go through what we can call the personal “seasons of life” during our lifetime on earth? We have all known, according to our years and their experiences, the sweet springtime of youth, the deep summer of […]
Winter cannot recall the fullness of summer, Nor summer the trees grown stark and cold, So seasons pass in the footsteps of each other, Never growing younger or ever turning old.
Our True Self is, in part, a secret field where a never-ending cycle of ebb and flow plays itself out in passing expressions of alternating fullness and emptiness, much as runoff winter waters from great mountains rush down to fill […]
As above so below: everything moves in, expresses itself, and grows in cycles. Think of the seasons: in the spring there is new movement, promise, and the advancement of the possibilities formerly at rest. In the summer is the fulfillment […]