The Seasons Are Changing

 So, leaves are starting to drop, the hummingbirds have headed out on their journey, there's a definite 'nip' of autumn in the air as evening draws to night, and the sun is waking up the morning.  I scramble for my favorite, ratty jacket to throw on to take Marlee out at night and first thing in the morning.  I've always always loved when the seasons change; I've always been so ready for the summer heat to fade, and the fall air and colors and smells to arrive.  Hmmm, but this year, I'm hesitant about it all.  Maybe it's just that the whole year, so far, of 2020 has been so unnerving.  And the fact that I'm still not really adjusted to proceeding through the world and life without Randy.  I don't know...just a bit hesitant...

Just to add to the complexity of thoughts and emotions this time around with shorter, colder days, there was a knock at my door this morning.  There's a man, I don't know him, asking if I'm _______.  No, I'm not, and I've never heard of her.  I explain that I've only lived in this house for a year.  Maybe she lived here sometime in the past, but I don't know her.  When I finally find out who he is, he tells me he works for a bonding company, and there's a warrant out for this person.  After he is satisfied that I'm not who he is looking for, he tells me that there's a good possibility that there will be a raid on my house.  Excuse me???  Well, just giving you a heads-up that they may come in the wee hours of the morning, come in 'dark', as he put it, no lights and banging on my doors.  Whoa, hold on.  That's quite disturbing.  So I've spent most of the day on the phone with  first the City Police Department, who tell me I need to call the County Sheriff's Dept, who tell me I need to talk to the bonding company.  And along the way, I've had a couple of phone conversations with my attorney, just to make sure he has my back.  It's now after 3 p.m.  The day is shot, but let's hope everyone got the memo that this is not the house nor person they are looking for, and that midnight raids at this address would be a bad thing.

When Great Trees Fall - Maya Angelou

 

WHEN GREAT TREES FALL
Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable
ignorance of
dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

RIP, Ruth Bader Ginsberg

 

You are phenomenal; your service to this Country is phenomenal.  You will be desperately missed.

I can't even begin to express the sorrow, the depression, the outrage that I am feeling.

What If...

 "What if our religion was each other. If our practice was our life. If prayer, our words. What if the temple was the Earth. If forests were our church. If holy water–the rivers, lakes, and ocean. What if meditation was our relationships. If the teacher was life. If wisdom was self-knowledge. If love was the center of our being.”

~ Ganga White

Shorter Days

 

The days are getting shorter, and I've struggled with that this weekend.  I have always loved the change from Summer to Fall, the nights drawing closer a little earlier each day, that feeling of being nestled inside at the close of the day.  

These morning glories have greeted me the last couple of mornings with their sweet faces.

September 11, 2001 Never Forgotten

 Never Forgotten--Twin Towers, Pentagon, Shanksville, PA

(Photo by Jake Rajs)

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