The seasons changing always have a way of making me deeply contemplate life. Fall especially puts me into a state of reflection, and it's easy to get lost in thought sitting amongst the falling leaves under the crystal clear blue sky. There is beauty in this change, coming in waves with the bright reds and corals of the maples first, followed by the yellows, browns, and oranges of the oaks and birch next. This beauty marks an end of a wonderful season of the year; it's the end of the busyness of summer, of growing food, of working late into the evening's long day light hours. Its beauty reminds us to give joy for the season that was, yet is also a promise of the harshness and cold of the winter that is to come. Nothing can last forever in this life; not the leaves, not the warmth of the summer days, not the gift of the extra daylight. To everything there is a season.
And though these days seem long, the seasons are short. Like an hour glass, each second is a grain of sand passing through, and the trouble is, you think you have time. It's easy to think that things aren't going to change-to be in the season you're in now, and to feel like it will always be this way. But it won't. It can't. We aren't designed to be on this earth forever, and each moment that we live brings us closer to home.
Living on a homestead helps us to recognize this in each and every moment. It helps us to clutch each moment and remember that time is moving and to enjoy each moment.
Homestead life is all about living in the now while preparing for the future. It's finding joy in the simple tasks of daily living- joy in the first seedlings of spring, joy in the harvest season, joy for the beauty of fall, and joy in the beauty of the slowness of winter. It's about recognizing that each and every moment is one you'll never get back again, and remembering that each season has gifts to offer.
When days are hard, and they're bound to be, I try to remind myself that someday this won't be. When the nights are long from the baby waking up as she cries to be held, I try to find joy in the sweetness of her cuddles and remember that all too soon she will no longer be nursing and comforted in the night by me alone. When my tired body yearns for rest, I give thanks for my youth and the strength of my body, grateful that I can garden and play with my children with ease. And even in the joyful days, as my children run through the yard, barefoot and squealing with laughter, I think back to doing that myself, and I try to capture the memory to keep, for like me, they too will grow up and move on.
So don't wait. Go now. Act now. Don't let the world dictate what it is that you do with your life. Take chances, live as your called, and be who you want to be today. Because the trouble is for oh so many, you think you have time.
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