Where Now is the Time for Radical Trust, Part 1

Autumn is everywhere today. The trees on campus, the ones with the five-fingered leaves, bleed from the center of their hands, crimson fanning out in the veins and overtaking the summer-green tips.

My beloved Marin hills are crackling orange and gold, as if, while I was away for the weekend, someone threw a match and set them ablaze.

The fog burned away, but it didn’t take the chilly breeze with it.

I am thinking about the change of seasons.

I have learned to see the turning leaves, shorter days, and lower temperatures for the portents that they are: Fall is here, which means Winter is coming.

But if I were the first person on earth, how many times would that have to happen before I saw a pattern?

Presuming I also hadn’t learned how to chart a calendar in the stars, how many Winters would I fearfully enter before I could embrace the cold with the unwavering certainty Spring would still come? 

And even now, with calendars and the whole history of human weather experience working in my favor, I still get it wrong: What explains or predicts that Indian Summer day? That “unseasonable weather” that drives a Springtime freeze?

Those are serious things.

I went to college at the University of Minnesota Duluth, and my sophomore year, there was a nasty ice storm. A 2-inch layer of ice coated everything, shutting the city and the university down for four days.  The weight of the ice split a 150 yr old oak tree in two; half of it landed on my car, the other dangerously laid against our house.

All that damage occurred on June 1st.

Memorial day weekend, we had a BBQ in shorts.

For everything there is a season, but let’s not assume we can tell one season from another. There’s a point when Autumn feels more like Winter than Summer, and a point when Spring feels more like Summer than Winter, but it’s not clear and even. And it always catches us by surprise.

For all but a few weeks in January and July, the turning of seasons–the transition–is messy business.

Hillsong United Oceans

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  1. This is lovely, Jess! I remember that storm well. I remember you holing up with us for a spell waiting for the “all clear”.

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