Surrendering To The Seasons Of Life
I have been grieving the comforts of Australia this past month. I know it’s crazy right? I am in France! A place that represents my ‘personal legend’ (as in Paulo Coelho’s novel ‘The Alchemist’). It’s taken me 43 years to get here and yet part of me feels disappointed. Why is that so?
Could it be that the seasons are more prominent here? That they are more seen, felt and experienced? And the call to adjust our pace is stronger?
As this little village of Bonnieux that I love so much shuts down for the winter and settles into its annual quietness I’ve felt increasingly isolated. I want to see activity, people, things happening and community. But everyone is bunkering down.
I’m realising how accustomed I am to being switched ‘on’ and caught up in perpetual activity, so much so that this ‘stillness’ is unsettling me.
That was my ‘aha moment’ today when Johann Pepin of Les Pastras (where we went truffle hunting today) spoke of his love for this quiet season. A time of focussing inward, minimal activity, and family.
As I look around this beautiful countryside I do appreciate the beauty of the season. The trees and grape vines are all shades of yellow and orange.
There is a beautiful richness and texture to Autumn. The grapes have recently been harvested and now there will be rest until Spring. It’s a time of consolidation.
Where I have been living in Australia the seasons come and go without any visual queues.
The temperature does change but everything looks the same. Summer fruits and vegetables are available in the supermarkets in the middle of winter and nothing ever slows down.
Perhaps this is part of the reason I am here. To observe, to learn, to pause, to rest …. rather than being perpetually productive all year round.
So I’m choosing to let go of old ways of living and working. I’m choosing to surrender to the sessions of life and what they can teach me.