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Tears For Summer’s Loss

I know some feel the breadth of melancholy in late August and early September. Especially in the four-season climates, it’s like a swimming pool that’s a little colder than you want, but you know you must jump in.

Some folks get that same sense on Sunday nights. Monday morning is coming.

Leaving something you prefer or enjoy to embrace something that is clearly not preferred is tough.

I know someone close to me who has a difficult time saying, “Goodbye.” Even the thought of saying bye-bye to the hummingbirds until next spring makes her sad. Ditto on that one. Maybe that’s how “Italian Goodbyes” came about, a¬†paesano tends to be emotional.

For those who are not sentimental, this discussion probably sounds fruitless. But for those of us who use tissues during movies, it’s an issue.

I even experienced it last night cleaning out my emails. Guess what? I only tossed 100 emails because I got swept up into reading them and then deciding I didn’t want them to go into cyber-neverland. What a sap! Seriously, I started remembering old staff meetings, business deals, and personal stuff that I couldn’t let go of.

I know of someone who has Alzheimer’s and it has progressed into the late stages. I don’t know when, but just like September and Sunday nights, it will be time to say “Goodbye.”

I’ve been experiencing some slight pressure in my head, my right shoulder is tender when I raise my arm and I’m walking with a slight detectable limp due to problems with the right sole of my foot. Doctors can only do so much. It all reminds me that a new season has arrived that, to whatever degree is necessary, I have to embrace. My former pastor Steve Lalor used to say that “we either get better or bitter.”

As time’s current transitions to white water, I take some comfort in a favorite scripture: “Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Cor 4:16-18

Jesus embraced death to get to life. I guess I can get used to my pool being 72 degrees and the color of leaves signaling the imminent departure of summer.

Whether it’s the maples or the oaks, seasons teach us that we have to “leave” things behind before we can have what’s ahead. But wait! There’s another tree I just visited just around the bend from the maple one that’s dropping the leaves that make their way into my pool skimmer which remind me that I have to close my pool. It’s an apple tree. And as I shook its branches, several delightful products of Autumn almost conked me on the head. My, my, my. Apples are so good right off the tree. I think I’ll put my apron on, get out the pie pans and embrace a slice of this new season.

CLOCKWISE: LEAVES IN MY POOL SKIMMER (sob, sob), APPLE TREE, My RUBBER DUCKY METEOROLOGIST DELIVERS THE BAD NEWS THAT THE POOL WATER IS GETTING COLDER EACH DAY.

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The Beauty of The Changes of Season in a Classic Song:

As a DJ, I used to play the song below a lot. It’s about seasons. Certainly, The Strawbs are one of rock’s most underrated bands. But this particular one is a gem…some say it’s one of the classics of our era. Its ending reminds me of Someone who told me that He’d never leave me, even when it comes time to pass through my final season.

ALBUM VERSION WITH NICE POWERPOINT:

(copy and paste)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKkCKxWiwNM

ACOUSTIC VERSION:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2A5DlPFBYZk&feature=related

AUTUMN

By Dave Cousins and Dave Lambert of The Strawbs

I sense Autumn coming on

The mist has hung low all day

Small birds gather on the wing
Preparing to make their way.

The trees begin to show
A trace of brown among the green
Bringing back the memories
That only you and I have seen.

I sense Autumn coming on
The sun sinking red and deep
The fires burning in the fields
As late Summer falls asleep.

The leaves begin to scatter
As the North wind calls their name
Folding gently back into
The silent earth from which they came.

The Winter Long
(Cousins)

Still waters flow
Sea breezes blow
Wild flowers grow
Abundant at your feet.

Soft falling snow
Warm candle glow
Flushed faces show
The pleasure when we meet.

Hold on to me, I’ll hold on to you
The winter long I will always be with you.
Hold on to me, I’ll hold on to you
I will be the one who will always see you through.

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