Seasons

Seasons come

And seasons go

One fades into the next

Without our consent

And without our awareness

Until we look around

And everything has changed

Slowly

Subtly

We find ourselves in new spaces

Surrounded by new faces

Grieving what’s been lost

Unsettled by what we find

Unsure of where we fit in

We grapple for some sense of security

Looking for a way back to what we knew

Or forward to what will be

Never realizing that

The disorientation

The disequilibrium

The discomfort

Are where we discover

A deeper understanding of truth

And a truer sense of ourselves

We may even find

We are right where we belong



 

Featured Image by Jaël Vallée on Unsplash

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