The lives of Frances and Clare are themselves seasons of every soul, and it has something to do with Assisi in the Spring becoming summer, surrendering to the gentle mists of fall, lying seemingly dead in winter, and waiting for the poppies of the Spring, once more. You choose your vocation in life over and over again. It is not a decision made once for all time when one is young. As Clare gre...w in experience and in understanding of her commitment, she had to say yes again and again to a way of life that was not exactly the life she expected in the beginning." --- Murray Bodo.
The soul goes through many seasons, seasons of new life and promise, of full fruit, of loss and then apparent deadness with hop for new life again. The secret is to appreciate the value of each of these changes and gain the benefits of each and not become too discouraged. Clare had great disdain for the grey seas of winter. She abhorred the grey weather of Winter. Then the time came when she heard God her Father say: "All weathers nourish the soul."