I love these socks. They remind me of seasons. Contrary to what a wonderful girl at Florida thought, Australia does have seasons, four of them. So does life. As I look back on my “winters” they have been profoundly painful, yet, so beautiful in their clarity and so full of life lessons.
Here are the lyrics to a song I hold onto closely in my Winter seasons. It’s called, “Seasons of the soul”
As the ashen skies of summer, give way to autumns cold and all signs of life are buried under winters dormant cold.
Till the kiss of spring awakens the hidden life it holds so life fulfils its cycle, such are the seasons of the soul.
A season in the rain will end at last, the season full of pain will surely pass.
The reason will be plain someday when love reveals its goal, such are the seasons of the soul.
Oh you'll never dreamed you'll be here oh you're sure this can't be right and you feel you've been forgotten, left alone here in the night, but the darkness holds a treasure forming diamonds from the coal.
So pain contains a promise, such are the seasons of the soul.
A season in the rain will end at last, a season full of pain will surely pass.
The reason will be plain someday when love reveals its goal such are the seasons of the soul.
Like a child in the womb. Like the Son of God concealed within the tomb.
Light will come, once again. Oh the dark is the middle, not the end.
A season in the rain will end at last, a season full of pain will surely pass
The reason will be plain someday when love reveals its goal such are the seasons of the soul.
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