The be-calmed ocean.
Photo by Aaron Clyde
A strange malady befalls me at the change of seasons.
The best way I can describe it, is that I become ‘be-calmed’ during the changing seasons of Spring and Fall. It seems to happen every year.
During the days of the old sailing ships, to be-calmed was a term to describe the occasions when there was no wind to fill the sails, and the ship could only sit in the sea, at the mercy of the ocean currents, until the winds rose again. Sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks. It was a discouraging thing to be be-calmed at sea, and not be able to travel as usual.
I seem to become be-calmed in the Spring and Fall. There is so much beauty. There is so much to do to prepare for the changing of the new seasons; spring into summer and fall into winter, but here I sit, not finding the wind for my sails. I am good at making plans, making lists and thinking about all of the things I should, and could be doing , but not being able to put myself in gear and go. When I do find the right gear and get going, I find that I am usually hopelessly behind!
So, I have just come through my Spring season of being be-calmed. The winds have returned, and are filling my sails, and I am sailing again! Busy skittering along the ocean that is my life. And thankful for it!
They come and go so quickly
Spring and Fall…..
as if they had not really
come at all.
we could not take
too much beauty,
ecstasy without relief ;
God made them brief.
poem by Ruth Bell Graham
“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:
also he has set the world in their heart,
so that no man can find out the work
that God maketh from
the beginning to the end.”