I dread counting how many seasonal changes I have lived through, and how many have brought remarkable changes in life. It is a routine that one performs — revamping the wardrobe, cleaning the cooling or heating equipment needed and a shopping list for travel/seasonal requirements.
The actual seasons that matter are seasons of the mind – hope, action, despair. These states of being dot the mental landscapes, which become a ground for all that happens in life.
At times, the internal and external seasons match. The contrast tears me apart at other times. But, both states fire creativity and poetry.
temperature affects
agility and action
seasons rule life
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seasons of the mind! Nice
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Good point about the seasons of the mind that matter most.
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Thank you, Frank!
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The second prose paragraph really resonated with me. Nicely written!
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Thanks a lot!
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I think we need those changes… if all is constant I would feel like being trapped without moving.
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Oh yes. The seasons of the mind. I too find beauty in all of the seasons but I especially love winter when the landscape turns into sepias. greys, and white – all the distractions blown away. And the last line of your haiku is so very true.
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Thank you so much!
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Oh such truisms you speak/write here. What really matters is the seasonal state of our minds. So very well said. And the idea that sometimes those states match with the coloring of nature’s season…and sometimes not. I’m one to find beauty in all of nature’s scenes….brittle starkness of bare trees and then their beautiful snow blankets; their greeness in spring and summer; and their gorgeous quilt of colors in the fall. If we can train our eyes on these things, perhaps the mind will follow?
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It does in most cases. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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I spent almost five years in a climate of summer year around. It was as if I’d lost my compass and I was drifting aimlessly! I never tire of the change of seasons and the gift of each. Thank you for reminding me!
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I can relate to it 🙂
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