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Seasons and Changes

September 24, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I’m fascinated by the corn this year. I watched as the rich brown mother earth opened its womb and embraced the seeds, protecting them and nourishing them. I saw the tender shoots peek out and grow into little green toddlers, then teens, and now towering mature adults. They are time tanned, dried and brittle, and now cradle their own children. They wait for the coming harvest, when–in the cutting, stripping, and chopping–they will give up their young. And then return to the soil to nourish another generation.

Soon even the trees will be stripped, some storm tossed and broken. Prepared for rest.

It’s the season of change.

Even now the wind steals leaves and whips them into little tornadoes that swirl and snuggle the moss roses and shrubs–winter blankets.  Branches click and cackle, and a mourning dove seems mesmerized by spinning water.

And I, who cradled and fed one generation, hold the next in my arms as we watch the changes through the window.

And I’m reminded that my own harvest is not far off.

Seasons and cycles.

Dust to dust.

Life.

Linking up with Cassandra Frear at Moonboat Cafe as we contemplate views from our windows.

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  1. Michael says

    September 24, 2010 at 5:41 pm

    The gran-baby pic is awesome.

    • Sandra says

      September 24, 2010 at 9:41 pm

      Slightly sweaty. Guess I held her too much. 🙂

  2. HisFireFly says

    September 24, 2010 at 6:35 pm

    and the seasons turn and turn again
    yet He meets us in each one.

    He is here in your words too, sweet friend!

    • Sandra says

      September 24, 2010 at 9:41 pm

      🙂

  3. Jay Cookingham says

    September 24, 2010 at 6:49 pm

    Beautiful reflections…

    “To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.” – Emily Dickinson

    While it’s still our season, lets live as His people!

    • Sandra says

      September 24, 2010 at 9:43 pm

      Amen, and I love that quote. So glad you posted it!

  4. Kenda says

    September 24, 2010 at 7:48 pm

    Generation to generation–beautiful analogy and pictures. Much to think about. Thanks…

    • Sandra says

      September 24, 2010 at 9:43 pm

      Thanks, Kenda.

  5. Carol Garvin says

    September 24, 2010 at 8:01 pm

    Poignant words, Sandra. Thanks for this. 🙂

    • Sandra says

      September 24, 2010 at 9:44 pm

      And in the yielding, there is peace.

  6. S. Etole says

    September 24, 2010 at 9:23 pm

    there’s almost a sadness in this truth …

    • Sandra says

      September 24, 2010 at 9:44 pm

      Yes. And joy.

  7. Lynn Mosher says

    September 25, 2010 at 10:24 am

    Hey, Sandra! Awesome words! Certainly a dry season in many places but there is the hope of spring rains. Always hope, in any season. Loved it! Blessings…:D

    • Sandra says

      September 26, 2010 at 10:47 pm

      Always hope. Thanks, sweet Lynn.

  8. Terri Tffany says

    September 25, 2010 at 4:49 pm

    Our seasons keep going, don’t they. I have probably asked this before, but you are a grandmother? You look so young!

    • Sandra says

      September 26, 2010 at 11:00 pm

      So Terri, you are my favorite today! I’m opening my calculator.

      Figure. Figure. Subtract.

      I’m 61-1/2 plus. I was 36 when we adopted our daughter (as a newborn) and 39 when we adopted our son (at 6 months.) Our daughter became a single mom at age 17 and again this year (at age 25.) So I have an almost 8-year-old (next month) grandgirl and a 3-1/2-month-old grandgirl.

      And I’m sending you a great big hug because you’ve made my day! 😀

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