Written by Brew
9-30-17 7:00 PM EST: Well...I like to begin writing sometimes by saying, "Well"...it makes me feel Reaganesque. Ok, goodnight everybody! Not really.
It was 42F this morning but I had the heat set at 65F so it was ok inside. At about noon I walked out and into the backyard with just a regular pullover longsleeve shirt on. Temps were still in the lower 50's. Today's high is predicted to be 59F. How Fall is that? Latter October or Novemberish if you ask me.
With some of the things I've had going on this past week with my possibly pinched nerve, lower back MRI, and oral surgery, as well as possible spine surgery coming up, I feel the aging process. None of you have ever experienced any of that, have you? I know, it's just me, so indulge if you will. Perhaps the feeling will visit you too...one of these days :-)
As I consider life and the aging proces at 10, 20, and even a full 30 years younger than some who visit here, my first thought is that some of it is wonderful but much of it sucketh. You know, the King James version of sucks.
The empty nest thing is pretty cool, but I miss my kids every day. Not having to worry about providing for them has probably zapped some of my motivation too. I don't take as much care of myself either. Sometimes I even feel like my job is done. Have you ever felt like any of that? "Well", if so, stop it, and I'm talking to me much louder than I be speaking with you.
Anyway, as I shivered and snapped some pictures in the backyard, it occurred to me, albeit not unusually, and certainly not originally, that the four seasons are like life. If we survive to ripening ages, we all travel through them. Spring, Summer, Falll, and Winter. Some of you are in your own personal Winter...of either content or discontent, which hearkens back to how Charles Dickens began his "Tale of Two Cities". Even so, you still have moments, days, weeks, and even months of personal Spring.
You remember your permanent Springs and Summers though. Some parts fondly, others while shaking your head with regret. Your first several birthdays, dates, kisses, graduation from High School, and posssibly college. Your first or only spouse. That brand new baby which "Wow" and "Oh, my God" can't even begin to describe. The instant indescribable love which flowed...and kept flowing. Flows still...and nothing nor no one, or ten thousand, can stop that. Looking at your wife, if you're a man, and realizing she's a magician/creator creature herself, and seeing that extra special mother thing kick in and stay. She probably saw that Dad thing kick in too.
Heaven must be like Spring after Fall and Winter. How old or young might we be or appear when we get there? I don't know.
Here is a Bible verse: "For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." (1 Corinthians 13:12 NIV)...I usually quote the KJV, but the NIV seemed a smidge better here :-)
Some songs began when you lived "permanently" in Spring, and they sprouted within you. Others took root during your Summer and Fall. Some, you only recently discovered while they discovered you, walking through the snow. All of them said what you'd like to say to others. Play those.