and the divine goes through seasons, just like the rhythm of the earth. Sometimes there’s a bleak numbness to how we feel about our connectedness. Sometimes it feels like we’re spending a lot of time planting seeds, but little reward is blossoming yet. Other times, we’re overwhelmed by the bounty of love and joy we experience, like an orchard laden with summer fruit. Just like the land, we too will plant, harvest, and lie fallow now and then.
