Seasons Of Life

“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring” – George Santayana For a couple of months now, I’ve been learning about seasons and change. Change is sometimes so difficult to embrace and it is even harder to…

Several years ago, when I moved to America, I knew no one. I landed in New York city, bright eyed and bushy tailed with a dream in my heart and some skills in my pocket. I’d never landed in a new city on my own before. …

We can’t predict the future, But we know the signs, When the clouds gather, The rain is near, Time and seasons, Are here to tell, The mysteries of life, That can’t be explained.

Solstice Reprise Did the bluejays at whose insistence I wake take pity this third September Sunday, Forbearing their ritual dawn reveille for a much more reverent call at nine - Perhaps the early autumn chill dulled their constant industry, Or was tardy cicada song the jay’s own summer signal - Now delinquent in their missed morning cue, As the turn of season reminds me that another year’s curtain must soon fall,

Sunlight streams into our messy apartment, as I rummage through our small red, wooden cupboard. It’s stuffed to the brim with old letters, photos, report cards, and artwork — documents of lives lived, thoughts shared, and dreams cherished. I’m looking for snippets of past lives, of past selves… I’m a…

Entering the winter of my life I am struck more and more these days as I continue on this path of aging with how the metaphor of the seasons really does feel like it applies to my life. Spring and youth. Blooming flowers. The hope of everything new. Beginnings. Sparkly…