Life, as with nature, has many seasons.

IGLOOS
Life, as with nature, has many seasons. Some as torrential as the Arctic storms yet others as calming as spring rain. When faced by the bitter winds of an arctic storm our natural instinct is to build an igloo and retreat until the spring rains begin to thaw the cold.. Our God-given instinct tells us to find shelter within ourselves so as not to become as bitter the winter winds. Occasionally, we venture outside to find snow drifts camouflaging our path, forcing our retreat into the comfort of our icy shelter, to ponder the soul’s mysteries. However, seasons do recede with time's passing and the dandelion shoots of spring find their way through the frozen earth. All are challenged to begin anew by the bursting colors mysterious rebirth. The dormant stage of introspect and hibernation are necessary for new growth and rejuvenation in every species. Everything passes through it's own season of bitter cold. It is those who build the strongest shelter and prepare for the next budding of green or onslaught of frigid winds who are the great facilitators. These are the story tellers of old that dare to take the chance of pondering the universe. These are the ones who dare to challenge the turbulence of time and energy of spirit, all searching for completion. These know the truths that are as enduring as the four seasons yet just as mysterious. They seek the quizzical answers of truth because the answers are the definition of the question. The beginning is the end and the beginning. bfc jan '95