Participation

Watching the season swallow the last dregs of winter, I look on with relish. Like seeing an old enemy vanquished; the last frosting on the shadier edges in melt, the thermometer clutching at double figures and the landscape's remarkable transfiguration. Predictable this ringing the changes; months of light and warmth ahead, the sheer buzz and beauty of life even down to the spectacle of falling leaves.

Forever looking on and at, year in year out, as if an entertaining show. Easy to give praise and thanks for such, until seer and seen emerge conjoined from that misty dream*. In fact, I've never been observer after all, just another participant, undergoing the very same changes. Every day unfurls as it must. There have been many such unfurlings, I feel the touch of limitation.

26 thoughts on “Participation

  1. A lovely, gentle reflection on time passing and the seasons, Laura, as an ‘entertaining show’. I love the phrase ‘watching the season swallow the last dregs of winter’.

  2. I like your reflections, especially “In fact, I’ve never been observer after all, just another participant, undergoing the very same changes.”

  3. Yes, indeed, we are participants going through the very same changes in our life seasons! A thoughtful and thought provoking write, Laura.

  4. Beautifully written, Laura, with the first line’s image of “the season swallow[ing] the last dregs of winter” my personal favorite!

  5. It’s fascinating Laura, how much our life follows the seasons on a daily basis and generally over the scope of our entire life. I like your observation here very effective my friend. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼

  6. Wow!!! especially luv the images in Paragraph 1

    Nice write Laura

    much♡love

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