We’re in such a hurry.
We want answers now. Or at least the promise of a solution by tomorrow.
Yet, the seasons are not in a rush.
They ebb and flow with a gravitational pull beyond our making.
And what’s our contribution?
It’s hard for us to look deep enough to see how separate we have become.
Shielded, at least for a time, with an artificial cloak that doesn’t cover our nakedness.
Woven from busyness and a belief that we can have it all.
But we were never meant to. That’s not how relationships work.
Have you noticed just how low the water levels are in the lake?