Four seasons in one day

Lying in the depths of your imagination

Worlds above and worlds below

The sun shines on the black clouds hanging over the Domain

Even when you're feeling warm

The temperature could drop away

Like four seasons in one day. -Songwriters: Neil Finn / Tim Finn

The four divisions of our year are natures way of balancing the earths atmosphere as it negotiates its relationship with the universe. The corresponding weather patterns and daylight hours all contribute to the health and welfare of our planet and biosphere. Their affect on our humanity defines the relationship we have with the world around us and nuances the relationship we have with one another.

As metaphorical time markers they also take on a mystical role in how we gauge our emotional or psychological state. The seasons have become tropes that represent states of being that we assign to the mood swings of our temporary state of mind or feeling. As Lana del Ray retorts..“I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer."

Mother Earth nurtures our well-being by using this quadratos of weather patterns to remind us that there are greater powers in play that influence the ambience of our lives. The weather takes on this providential role of guiding our lives in collaboration with the cosmos. The seasons become our teachers who help us to navigate each year and stay in sync with nature and its sub-atomic affect on our health and well being.

Psychologists say that we are so affected by the seasonal rotation of the calendar year that we develop a sensate memory that begins to automatically prepare us for each approaching new season. We often find ourselves saying that we can’t wait for one season to finish, especially if has been inclement or overly hot and humid. Maybe this is linked to a sub-conscious self soothing response to the anticipatory hopefulness of new beginnings?

Antonio Vivaldi

Antonio Vivaldi

Moving effectively from one season to another in our lives requires that we pay attention to the markers that signify impending change, the intuitive and instinctive indicators that are moving us towards the possibility of personal metamorphosis. Liminality is the technical term that describes this cross-over, the transition point where we are experiencing an imminent shift, a type of trans-rational overpass that cannot be always fully explained or completely understood. Navigating this in-between space of liminality is a delicate process, requiring us to trust the process that takes patience and faith in the power of fate. Mystics refer to liminality as the ‘doorway' from one dimension or state to another, the mystical bridge that momentarily suspends our minds from all reasoning in order that we might be led by mystery itself.

“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between them, there are doors.” ― William Blake

Seasons are the cycles of life that remind us of immortality, the life and death of change as it negotiates with our destiny. The complete impermanence of all that exists testifies to our need of holding to everything lightly in order that we might embrace the approaching new with enthusiasm.

The season I often find myself in is not always consistent with the natural calendar and cannot be addressed with some formulaic prescription, a one-size-fits-all remedy. Travelling from one part of the world to another is a testament to this fact. We can can literally go from the extremes of winter to the extremes of summer in a very short space of time. When our bodies have become acclimatised to the atmosphere we are currently in the subtlest of changes can upset our biological clock and throw us for a loop.

My favourite season is the ONE I am in right now, the one that has been provided for me by Father time, the one who understands what I need, the one who holds me in the moment so I don’t try to prematurely exit from his guardianship and tutelage. This moment in time is the season of my becoming.

Smiling as the shit comes down

You can tell a man from what he has to say

Everything gets turned around

And I will risk my neck again, again

You can take me where you will

Up the creek and through the mill

Like all the things you can't explain

Four seasons in one day - Songwriters: Neil Finn / Tim Finn

When the season you are in is a little inclement or painful, just remember that its not about you trying to change the circumstances, but allowing yourself to trust in the divine nature of providence itself. Let her be the dominant dance partner, and learn to hold on tight especially when things are seemingly going backwards. The rhythms of life are a little ambiguous at best, maybe thats why we need to ‘risk our neck again’ and say "take me where you will”…FOUR SEASONS IN ONE DAY.