Seasons

“The coming and going of the seasons give us more than the springtimes, summers, autumns, and winters of our lives. It reflects the coming and going of the circumstances of our lives like the glassy surface of a pond that shows our faces radiant with joy or contorted with pain.” Gary Zukav

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When I ended the last post I stated “more to come!” with an exclamation point no less. I was excited to go forward and begin our second year in Crooked Creek, but that was three weeks ago. There are times that no inspiration comes. I want to write but cannot seem to start, much less complete anything meaningful. It is not that I do not have ideas or opinions (you know I have opinions), but that I am overcome by inertia. That is the best way I know to describe chronic depression. It is a bit like I imagine being stuck in quicksand would be, wanting desperately to move, but not being able. Something very powerful holds me back with arms of steel. I know I need to act, to move but it is extremely difficult to do and so much easier to sleep instead. During these past few weeks, I have not taken my daily walks at the park that I enjoyed all summer. It is not possible to explain the reason, or whether there is a reason. Every single act takes all the power I possess, whether it is to prepare food, interact with friends or show up for appointments. Daily life is fatiguing during these times as is the effort of trying to appear as though nothing is wrong. 

A few close friends and of course, family members are aware of this lifelong struggle. I share it with you (readers) today in the hope that it will benefit you or someone you know. If you live with clinical depression please know that you are not alone. If someone you care about is depressed perhaps this will help you to understand their actions or lack thereof. Their lethargy, their cancellations, their lifelessness when you feel they should be excited has nothing to do with you. If they see their doctors and counselors and take prescribed medication then they are trying and likely to get better. Depression cycles, sometimes triggered by external events, but often without obvious reason. 

Speaking of cycles, I find it hard to believe that it is October! Can you believe summer is over and we are well into autumn? The past couple of days I did some walking in my neighborhood but found it not worth the effort. Today I returned to my beloved Pope Lick in the Parklands and what a difference it made. Since I was last there flowers have changed, grasses have dried and leaves have fallen. I glimpsed only a couple of very small butterflies. A tiny squirrel was the only animal to show its face and I don’t think that was on purpose, but because of the necessity of gathering for the coming winter. The golden finches seem to be gone. Walnuts are ripe and thumping to the ground below. 

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The cool breeze and temperatures in the 60s made walking in the sunshine so easy. Before I knew it I had walked almost 3.5 miles and I was not particularly tired. It is important for me to remember today’s walk and the inspiration that being in nature provided. For me, it was more invigorating than a massage or one of those healthy kale smoothies or even church. Winter is coming, but the sky is still blue, the air is refreshing and there are weeks of majesty ahead before the next season which will have its own splendor. 

Finally, I must remember with Tom Brokaw, “In the seasons of life, I have had more than my share of summers.”

 

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“Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.”                                        Sarah Ban Breathnach

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If you desire more information about depression you may want to read this blog post by John Pavlovitz: http://johnpavlovitz.com/2017/05/10/one-reason-to-keep-living-fighting-depression/

3 thoughts on “Seasons

  1. Walking in, and with nature, is a gift of living. It seeps into our inner soul.
    The warm autumn sun soaks into the skin, odors from each creation evaporates into the inner brain.
    Watching other species prepare for the seasons, is a reminder for us to take time, to prepare for another season.Fall is the reminder for the coming of another season, winter.
    I do not enjoy knowing that winter is coming, however, I am reminded that it is a time to rest.
    Seasons are given as signs of promise.
    As long as there are seasons, the world is alive.
    Sue, enjoy every walk with nature.
    For nature is life.

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  2. Sue, Thanks for sharing your depression and your marveling in nature with us. I can remember periods of depression in my life and the best escape was getting out alone in nature.

    It is interesting that sometimes, we receive a nudge to do something. Last week, when the weather was pretty, I thought about calling to see if we could come and walkyour park with you. I must always acknowledge and follow through on those nudges.
    Hope you are better soon and that you continue to receive some comfort from nature. Your pictures are lovely and show the faces of fall. Take care.

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  3. Hi Sue. As soon as I see a post from Crooked Creek I open and read. I love to read everything you write. You are such a talented person and you have so much to share. Please keep expressing your thoughts for us. I am in SC visiting my daughter. The weather has been beautiful. After my recent surgeries I told myself I was going to walk 15 minutes every day even if my ankle hurts, but I haven’t started yet. But tomorrow, I am and will be thinking of you. See you when I get back.

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