The other day while I was on a conference call, something the facilitator said rang a bell in me. 
Ding!
 I had lost sight of something.
What goes around comes around.Seasons come and they go.Each one with their own special message and purpose. I have written about this in the past....often. As I listened to the call, I was reminded of the seasonality of life.The call leader made no mention specifically of this, however,something she said obviously triggered my brain to come back to this.
In the past,when the planting season would come, I, like any good farmer would ready my fields, go out to the shed where I stored my seeds and plant them knowing exactly what I planted. A little from this batch of seed,a little from that batch of seed and before I knew it,they were all in the ground, and the Winter, the germinating season was upon us.In the Spring, the growing season ,the seeds would become seedlings and I knew exactly which plants were what.I knew what I had planted . Like any good farmer, if I planted wheat, wheat would grow. If I planted soy,soy would grow.If I planted barley, I would not expect to see hops growing.How well they grew? That was a different story with many external factors.But no matter what those external forces were,if I planted corn....I would get corn!
This year for some reason,things seem different. As I would always do, at the end of harvest I began preparing for my next crop.There was a storm approaching and I had to hurry and get my seed in the ground. When I went to the shed for seed, it was as if,all of the labels were off of the bins. I grabbed handfuls of seeds from as many different containers as possible and raced to the fields scattering all that I had gathered,not knowing what it was I was planting.
I gathered up my tools, stowed them away,went inside and hunkered down from the storm.Now Winter is here and I have no idea what it is I have planted.Every day I peek out my window to look and see what might be growing beneath the surface.
It's futile!
You can't see what you can't see.
So I wait.
In due time Spring will be here.The seeds will eventually push upward and seedlings will appear. What they will be is the great unknown. Whatever it will be will be. All the hoping and praying will not matter. What matters is what I do with the crop that appears. And what I do now to make sure I have prepared for the season ahead of me. Sharpen my tools, clean up my surroundings and prepare for what ever bursts forth.
Spring will follow Winter.Summer will follow Spring and eventually it will be harvest season once again.
I do not control the seasons.
 I can only prepare for them!