A Season of the Senses

I'm not sure what is happening but it seems that the closer I get to the end of one emotion the farther I am from another. I seem to be haunted these past weeks by memories of past perfect moments; ancient moments of bliss that stand transfixed in the crystalline essence of sunny summer days. Many a moment gently blows by like the cool warm breeze of early spring only to be replaced by other more powerful memories of another season. While basking in the pure joy of a time of love and light I am at once overwhelmed by a glimpse into an opposite moment equally shared.

I have been rather curiously occupied recently by old tunes from my past lives. Recently a song called "The Summer of 69" has taken up residence in my head; preceded by other equally vintage tunes they have entranced me and made me think of other and older instances where time paused ever so briefly to give me rest.

Perhaps it is the volatility of the Easter Equinox or perhaps it is the passing Passover that have pushed and pulled me and made me more anxious. Someone once said to me that all journeys tend to have two faces, the first is curious and the second expected. Much like a first venture from the safety of the nest we are alert and ever cautious of dangers unknown while the next journey is anticipated and therefore much more relaxed and enjoyed. Time and space can however play their tricks too, as one settles into later years the journey can become blurred by flash backs to an earlier experience.

Today I find myself straddling the past and future much like a tight rope walker and the balance seems to come from both sides. Could it be once again that the lesson I am being taught here is that the simple answer to the riddle of life lies in the question, and that way to understanding lies in the path to it?

Here it comes again and this time I must catch it and hold onto it if I want to fly. The March wind has given me wings and the April rains have bathed me and made me ready for the warm/cool moment of May. Like the seed planted in the fall I must make ready for the moment of bloom if I am to survive another cycle.

So I will seize the moment and let it take me to where it may knowing that in its current I will eventually find both the beginning and the end.

May yours been a safe journey as well in this season of the senses and perhaps we will meet in the middle somewhere for a moment of simple joy reflected in the new but familiar faces of time.