As the weather and season begins to change here in the Pacific Northwest, I am reminded of the season of change in our life right now. We are caught in an interval of major revisions to our path. As we welcome these developments on our dreams and goals, often sacrifice and patience is our fuel for growth. This new period of transformation is both exciting and intimidating. A shift in our reality.
Winter has never been a favorite cycle of mine; yet, every year I am enticed by the beauty and change. Death blanketed in white – melting into new life. Metamorphic alterations. Nature expresses the work of God with so many parallels to my own life. As fall fades into winter, I am grateful for the season, but also thankful it is not permanent. Rebirth is unfolding.
It has been a long (and fast) few weeks since our world changed. Brian has been working in the city while the girls and I stay on the coast and wait for the closing on our Portland home. The weekdays are often hectic and lonely as I manage things here by myself. My camera has been out of order for several weeks, causing a steady stream of Instagrams as I continue my habit of freezing a few of these moments, to remember and cherish as the days rush on.
Despite my reservations with gardening after we found out about the move, we have managed to gain a fair amount of our fruits and veg of the season from its bounty. Potatoes, salad greens, kale, radishes, cilantro, strawberries, salmonberries, and onions have all been gathered, while the carrots, blueberries, raspberries, sugar peas and garlic continue to thrive and promise a delicious harvest.
All this change was unexpected, and in the opposite direction we were anticipating (I guess that full-on farm/homestead will have to wait a bit longer), but as all the doors flew open, we decided to step through. Moving forward. Waiting and breathing.