I always thought that summer was my favourite season…and perhaps
 it was for a long while.
I reveled in the glorious long, hot, sweaty days when I could be barefoot by the lake. After doing this research, I realize my favourite times of the year are when the seasons change - the times of transition from…
Fall to
Summer to         Winter to
Spring to
and round it goes
the cycle of the seasons.
These times of magnificent transformation are so ubiquitous and alluring. I can’t help but feel myself turn inward with the onset of winter or come alive with the arrival of spring. Spring is such a gift to behold - all the colours, sounds, and smells reawakening my senses after the tranquil, quiet calm of winter.
There are so many cycles in the natural world. I went to Williams Creek yesterday and saw the mature Sockeye salmon returning to their place of origin to spawn and then die, continuing the salmon life cycle.  I think it’s interesting how the salmon give birth at the final stage, where the cycle ends for one but begins for another, and that they can find their way ‘home’ after spending up to four years in the ocean. They are extraordinary, really, in that they undergo a complete transformation on their journey ‘home’ to the spawning grounds. They do not slow to eat, rather, they live off stored body fat and as they battle many barriers and obstructions on their journey upstream, they change colour from blue-grey to brilliant crimson. What a wondrous example of courage, beauty, strength and determination.
I thought I had to be at the center to change anything but I am learning that the forces against change are too strong in the center and it is difficult to see what needs to be changed clearly. I need to go to the edge so I can observe the processes that create the structures that need to be changed.
Going to my edge means being willing to break from the familiar – from what I know to be true. It is unsettling, disturbing, and there are times when I feel like I have lost all my footing on which I based my view of reality -
I feel like I am floating
suspended in space.
  1.     find strength from attending to the sights, sounds, processes, and cycles all around me.
  2.     recognize and face the truth that I am truly alone in this world in order to see that I am not  alone.                    
  3.     venture into my explorations in solitude in order for me to explore deeply my self in relation to the world and to listen attentively to the quiet commanding voice within and all around me - a resounding voice whose guidance is loving, gentle, nurturing, creative and speaks in patterns.
“Yes, our breathing bodies full of potential, possibility, embodying a flesh alive with ‘transformation’ as we slough off the epidermis of cells - much like a snake casting its experiences behind a rock or a lobster precariously waiting for its shell to harden. Maybe we are like the lobster staying protected in our classrooms waiting for our shells to harden to the watery world” (Hocking, Haskell & Linds, 2001, p. 77).