This is the first trimester of Autumn. We are in the midst of the season of summer before it will bring forth the season of Autumn. This process of creating does not occur inside a womb but within the realm of Nature. Within the trunks of trees and within the blades of grass that go through stages of withering and strengthening.
There are some seasonal shifts that are easy to see. Yet it is hard to pinpoint exactly when one season ends and another one begins. The season of Summer that we are in right now had its birth within the season of spring. Even with the wetness and coolness of it, it emerged its head into the world in the form of warmer temperatures and slightly longer days.
Just as children go through different stages of growth, plants and other living creatures make changes too. Changes that are almost like that of the season-having various periods of rebirth even admist occassional periods of decay.
Just as the seasons look to each other and depend on one another, they look to the world. And look for participants they do-inviting skiiers and baseball players to particpate on slopes and on diamonds-for others to enjoy. The seasons are never alone-they abandon the idea of isolation and welcome participation.
And that is just as it is for the season of us writers in the world. Each of us go through different stages of renewal and we depend on one another to inspire others. today, I handed off a couple of pieces that have appeared in Triumph for others to enjoy and read over and over again. one to a 5th grade teacher that I had 31 years that helped me transition myself into the world of public education from that of private education which was more secluded and isolated-that of being on a cul-de-sac.
It was during that time that I was eased into the world of public education-to develop a love for it through field trips and a good interaction of my parents with my teacher, Diane, who helped make it a team approach. having ended the isolation from being a part of a larger whole withoust structure in my private schooling years, it was good to be home to an educational field. A field that I gained better footing thorugh time. Thanks again, Diane, to your 37 years of facing challenges that have faced you each and every year-of leaving a footprint of legacy on students throughout the world.
And a second blessing that I handed my work to a hairdresser friend to hopefully have her isolation be abandoned into a more community mindset.
Just as the group in the LiveAid benefit, We Are the World, was sung in 1985 to help end the crisis in Africa. We all are the world and we are needed to make it a better place.
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