For Everything there is a Season

It’s April, but the sun has shone, and today I’ve been able to go out barelegged, wearing sandals. It’s always lovely to feel warm air on bare legs for the first time each spring; it feels as though the dark days of winter are behind and the summer lies ahead. I enjoy these natural cycles; I rejoice in the newness of the seasons as they arrive. As summer ends, the days grow cooler but there are apples to pick in my garden. Nature’s cycles remind us of our mortality, and of the unchanging character of the natural world (at least on any timescale relevant to human beings), and they help me to reflect on my life, its purpose, and how I can use such time as is available to me. Today it simply feels good to be alive, and to enjoy the warm sun and the blossom on the trees.

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die…a time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.” (Ecclesiastes 3: 1,4)

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Karen Smith

Just a girl next door...I was born male, but from my earliest years a part of me deep down always wanted desperately to be a girl. She has grown up with me, and needs to escape, breathe the air and walk the green hills of Yorkshire from time to time. Although she's concealed by clouds for most of the time, the girl within is tied up with all that people think is best in me. These pages give her a little space to articulate how she feels.

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