In modern life, there is a moment when we realize that our time is not time at all. Only a layer of direction over us all, leading us in circles that begin and end with of someones design. Often this realization happens in pockets of "free time" where obligation is suspended just enough for some divine idea within us to inexplicably move- like a plant reaching for the sun. The elaboration of this divine idea requires a certain set of conditions, it moves to a different time. This time is subject to different rhythm and limits, primarily our own, but not only. This time is known in nature and in art intuitively by seasons. These seasons are only known by discovery, observation, call and response, and above all our own commitment. Discovering the cadence of these seasons in us and in nature is to discover the divine idea of ourselves. Our time and commitment must be free from the striving of direction and full of the sensitivity of dimension, our hearts committed.