Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Faith Barista: Giving Myself Permission to Freefall

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I have a confession to make. I realized it today as I was putting all of my fall decorations away. I enjoy the fall better than Christmas. How dare I, right? And this year is so much worse. Blame it on the unseasonably warm weather that just this week finally gave way to artic air. Blame it on the lazy leaves that refuse to fall and scatter themselves keeping me in a kind of autumnal limbo. Blame it on a late Thanksgiving that has me far behind in our traditional Advent activities because I was too busy to decorate for Christmas and our Advent wreathe is still in a box somewhere, up there.

Fall is the “just right” season. It’s, for me, the most comfortable season. The colors are warm, the temperatures cool. I drink it in like that favorite seasonal drink, squeezing out every drop of enjoyment before the weather shifts and the tastes move on to other delightful flavors. I love that first blush of color that creeps in during October. The staggered explosions of orange, yellow and red thrill my heart. There are new sights daily. When the first leaves begin to fall, a carpet of color unfolds beneath the trees, doubling the grand beauty.

And of course there are the leaves that refuse to let go. This year there are many of those in our neighborhood since 70 degree weather made it convenient for the leaves to take their time. I find myself connecting meaning to those stubborn leaves still clinging to the branches. I am clinging too. I have gone through a long spring and summer of change, and transformation. My true colors are no longer hidden and I am enjoying the vivid shades of the fall palate that has been expressed in my soul. And I want to stay here. I want to stay in this time, this leg of the journey. I’m just beginning to figure it out and get good at it. I’ve discovered grief. I’ve given myself permission to feel something other than anger. Grief has brought tears that, like that first autumn rain, has cleansed the dust and grime from the tired foliage that survived the relentless summer furnace. I survived that barren summer too. I outlasted the desert heat of my hard packed heart that expressed no emotion and sealed tears far below the dry surface. But now, the rains have come, the softening has begun. The colors, newly rinsed, glow brilliantly. I feel cool relief seep into deep places. I don’t want to let go of this season.

Yesterday, an arctic blast sent its frigid fingers into Central California and stirred up a bitter wind shaking reluctant leaves from swaying branches. Showers of color captured my longings and fears. I saw the Holy Spirit dancing through the limbs of my soul, chasing leaves from the branches, tossing them upwards in a celebration of the something new to come. But I’m not so sure about this. The hardness of the icy air made me pull the edges of my coat tight around me. It was unsettling watching the leaves finally give up their stubborn vigil and surrender themselves to the free fall. Am I ready for that next level of surrender?

The citrus farmers here are busy. They know the icy blast that chased away the pleasant weather is necessary. It’s the only thing that can bring the sugar to the fruit. But too much cold can bring severe damage. They prepare for the cold by turning on large fans to circulate the air around the trees. They also run water over the trees and underneath. This water, when frozen, forms an insulation that keeps the trees at 32 degrees not under it. At 28 degrees, damage can start. Large oil burners raise the temps in the orchards as well.

I hear truth whispering to me. For sweetness, I must learn to tolerate the bite of temporary climate change. When the weather hardens and harsher exposure is required of me, I must learn to be thankful and understand its purpose. When the Lord wants to pull sweetness into my spirit he allows the ice to come for a time. I must prepare for it. I must seek the fresh wind of the Holy Spirit. I must be soaked in the word so that I may stand insulated by the Lord’s promises. I must find authentic connection with those my soul is warmed by.

So I give myself permission to free fall from one season into the next. I turn my face towards Christmas. I turn my heart towards the manger. I turn away from the comfort of fall. As the cold wind chills me, on my knees I find something better than warmth seeping in. As the branch of Jesse is manifest before me, those bitter waters that so plague me within, they begin to sweeten. I soak deeply in the Advent scriptures and allow the Holy Spirit to speak to me about the next leg of the journey. I embrace the chill. I let the winter come.


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10 comments:

  1. I so relate, Karin. I live in Central Ca too! I love when fall finally comes. I lived in the Midwest all my life and the fall was rich, vibrant and soothing. It was a time of sweet memories, though some of my childhood was far from sweet. I abide with the summers here, but when fall comes, I come to life and mellow simultaneously. It drives me inward in the best of ways. Winter is something else -- 28 degrees this morning! And I am learning, as you are to accept and delight in all the seasons -- those in nature and those in my own soul as well. The grief and transforming process you mentioned is something so familiar to me and I am grateful you shared it here. I am glad to find a kindred right here in the Valley. Bless you. ~ Patty

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    1. How unexpectedly wonderful to hear from a "local" voice. Your description "I come to life and mellow simultaneously" describes it perfectly. These seasons are so different from my new perspective. I expect in time I'll feel more confident about the changes. Thank you so much for stopping by today!

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  2. Also in CA (Eastern Sierra) - Autumn was so beautiful this year, and normally my favourite season, but I'm loving the snow covered mountains and rediscovering my winter wardrobe and favourite scarf. I have a greater sense of expectancy this Advent, but there was more grief in the start of the school year as my youngest started kindergarten than the usual excited anticipation, so maybe they just switched around this year for me!

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    1. Oh, snow. There's a chance of it here tonight and what a wonder that would be to see. May the Lord meet you in your expectancy this year. I pray you can remain tender and open to him as he draws near to you in your meekness. It is true that grief does seem to greet us unexpectedly, but it is only the doorman that graciously opens the way to joy and hope. May these things take you by surprise as well this Advent season. Blessings.

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  3. I love your illustration of the citrus trees for allowing the ice to bring sweetness into our lives. Thanks for sharing this, and thanks for visiting my blog today!

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    1. Thank you, Melissa for stopping by. I'm amazed at how far our God goes to draw from within us all those things he intended for our good. And reading everyone's stories have wrapped comfort and hope about me in this raw season of exposure. Blessings to you on your faith journey.

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  4. Yes sometimes it takes a season of ice and cold to bring the fruit to sweetness. I did not know that about the fruit. Praying for you on your journey of grief this season.

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    1. Thank you for your prayers, Katie. Don't we have a wonderful God who can take even the harshest times and use them for his glory? In this I find hope even though grief is my companion this Advent season. I'm so glad you stopped by!

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  5. Ahhh, but the warmth of friendship carries us into this next season! Great post my friend:)

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    1. Thank you Rachael. Yes, if it weren't for that warmth, despair would so easily creep in and steal that life that has come into me as of late. Thank you for being there for me!

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