Everything has its moment, a beginning and an end.
Passing a ruined old church yesterday I noticed the sea of daffodils had vanished, their task of being pollinated by insects completed. I became aware of the cycle of life, that all has a beginning and an end, that the flowers we enjoy are in a state of purposeful becoming.
Everything has its moment, and I arrived on the scene to photograph one of the few remaining daffodils that in a week will fade into history for another year.
Being happy, health and abundant, all qualities of prosperity, is a state of becoming, that exists now rather than past or future. This becoming follows the same cycles of life as the daffodil, a beginning and an ending, a brief reign of time before renewing into a new cycle. To attempt to control such a cycle, rather than let it be can achieve the reverse of what we want. My cycle of time at this house where I live is drawing to an end, it is being sold, as to where I will move to I have yet to decide.