Seasons Change

As humans we crave stability, an anchor if you will, to tie us down. Sometimes that anchor can be a career or a hobby or even a familiar tune. Still for most that stability is home and family, our port of call, our home base, our anchor. 

But over time, as the seasons change, the ones we once thought of as stable change. They may once had been our protectors, our providers. Yet as time passes, we become those things to them until one day they pass away. 

So if things change what are we to do for stability? Can we ever find an anchor? You see, we have to learn in this world all things are finite, they have their limits. Rather it's a tree in the forest, the river behind our home, or the ones we love, all things physical have a set time.

But for us there is hope, a hope in knowing that as the dead of winter thaws, spring isn't far away. That many years before, the ones we now mourn, mourned themselves for loved ones that had passed, and that even generations before them did the same.  

You see, stability is a line that was drawn long before we walked the earth. It is that line that ran through our parents into us, that same line that runs through our children. That same line that someday will run through their children's children, long after we're gone.

So now as we feel we lost our stability, our port of call, our home. Just remember that tomorrow or even today, you are that stability to someone else. So weep not for those who have passed, because they still live in us and in our children.