It is Summer, it’s the Harvesting Season.
It is time to look inside, analyse our steps, our actions, and take notice of the changes that have occurred so far.
So far, this year has been a rollercoaster ride. It has already seen the end of a cycle and the beginning of another, professionally speaking. I left the contact center world and joined the IT/Software Development world as a recruiter, something I worked hard for.
A dear old friend of the family is fighting for his life in a hospital bed after a terrible accident: he slipped on some stones that were misplaced and fell from a 3 metres height. He might not make it and, if he does, there will be severe sequels, physical, cognitive or both.
Another cycle is following towards its end: I am looking for another house to call it my home (this time, along with my parents), and closer to leaving the house where I grew up.
Things are the way they are and we cope with them the best we can. The memories, we will carry them within our hearts and a tearful eye for the past long gone.
All in all, it has been a rather challenging year, so far.
Even more challenging when you are a Pagan and feel deeply the wheel of the year and of life.
Lets face it, most things in life follow cycles, even if it takes longer or less thab a year. You find that you reap what you sow. And yet, sometimes, you end up feeling that when a specific cycle ends it is more a punishment than the universe opening a new way for other (sometimes better) things to come.
When my previous relationship ended I was devastated, though I had foreseen it when it was beginning, that it was not meant to be, if I am being truthful to myself. And yet it made way for me to prepare for the love of my life.
At this point, I am still feeling that having to leave the place I called home during my childhood, adolescence and part of my adult life is a punishment. Somehow I know (or hope) that someplace better will come to us, where we can create new memories. Still, it won’t be the same.
And then I look outside, from my inner world, and I notice how similar cycles are.
Going to my in-laws farm, I see how hard they work the land and how they nurture the animals around. And I am amazed at the magic in Nature, in seeing life grow.
Even more amazed at how their geese, turkeys, cats and dog adopted me as part of the family.
On the other hand, it is Summer, and we reap what we sow.
Again, the terrible fires, our forests (and lives, and houses) torched at the hands of pyromaniacs and greedy psychopaths looking to earn more money.
And still the powers that be won’t do a thing to actually diminish the horror of the fires, won’t promote the reforestation with local tree species and won’t harden the sentences for the fire starters and the ones profiting from the fires, and won’t create the conditions for the forests to be cleaned of overgrown dry grass or for the implementation of fireguards.
It is Summer, it is harvesting time. We reap what we sow.