Everything is preparing to die, and there's no pretending it's going to be anything else. The leaves turn beautiful colors and then they fall. The plants stop growing. The animals prepare for scarcity. And we harvest what we've grown and prepare for winter. It's very clear what's happening. 🌾

I think modern life tries to hide this from us. We're supposed to stay productive all year. We're supposed to always be growing, always be pushing, always be doing more. But nature doesn't work that way. Nature knows that there are seasons for growth and seasons for rest. Seasons for abundance and seasons for scarcity. Seasons for living and seasons for preparing for what comes next. 💚

In autumn, when I'm pulling the last vegetables from the garden, I'm not sad that the growing season is over. I'm grateful that I got to grow things. I'm satisfied with what I harvested. And I'm at peace with the fact that this season has to end so that another one can begin. 🍂

I think if we lived with more respect for seasons—for the natural rhythms of life instead of fighting against them—we would suffer less. We would stop pushing ourselves so hard. We would accept that some seasons are for building and some seasons are for resting. Some seasons are for being surrounded by people and some seasons are for being alone. 🙏

My grandmother used to say that winter in the village teaches you how to be satisfied with less. And she was right. When there's scarcity, you appreciate what you have. You don't waste. You don't always want more. You're just grateful for enough. ✨

What if we tried to live according to the seasons instead of fighting against them?

Anna