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Random Thoughts  Almost August. I can already see my pansies and my geraniums straining to bloom. I can feel cool air in the morning pour into my open bedroom window. The mosquitos are sparse - finally!! The odd rogue warrior still zips about - one such demon planted its razor sharp stinger into my forehead. I cannot believe the large lump that formed under my skin, as hard as an apple. Summer is brief. I am savouring the bright sun every morning that streaks across my kitchen floor. Poppy always follows the beam and makes sure to grab a few quick naps. Animals know the value of sunlight. I have a set of fawns that have been making regular visits to the yard. They have discovered the salt block and take turns lapping up its goodness. Their mother is always near, parked quietly in the trees watching their every move. I worry about them being big enough and strong enough for the -30 degree weather that is probably only 5 months away. They still have their creamy white spots all over their backs. Nature is smarter than me, so I’m sure they’ll be fine. I’m working on another novel, I have been for 6 months. I am hoping to hand in the first draft the end of September. It’s so different from the Bittlemores. I’m loving it so far - the story, the characters. It’s fantastic getting up early and working on an entirely new concept. There are always problems that need solving and time lines that need correcting. It’s maddening but rewarding. People always ask me what I enjoy more, writing music or writing books, and I love them both the same - although very differently. I would imagine it being similar to having many and loving them in completely different ways. Love is never ending, always expanding, always reaching out further into who we are. You learn as you get older, that loving yourself is the whole secret to everything. We spend so much time hating who we are. How we look. What we feel. So much time resenting our short comings, our failures. We have to celebrate everything. All the ugly. All the bad. All the loss. All the sorrow. The best of ourselves depends so much on the worst of ourselves. We cannot always be summer, and we never stay in the hardness of winter either. Our entire lives bend back and forth between the two. It’s the magical part of being a person. I hope you remember summer when winter is pushing down on you. I hope you remember birdsong when there is a hard wind pushing you back. I hope you can be polite when grief comes to visit, inviting it in for tea and cake and a good long chat. You’re going to fail and that’s the only way you’ll ever end up truly winning. Summer is always coming. |
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Ahhh..... Jann Arden is sooo very talented~~ 
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Every season has it's beauty. I prefer Autumn over the others, but can appreciate each. Your mention of music, brought back to mind the fact that my guitar has come back to me, and holding and strumming it is like the touch of an old friend. Perhaps I'll do a blog on it some day. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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7/31/2024 11:35 pm |
Beautiful thoughts for sure. I like and enjoy all the seasons., for different reasons. Spring is my favoutite time of the year. I just love seeing the gardens and parks coming to life again after the long winter sleep. It always brings me a feeling of hope and joy . 
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Ahhh..... Jann Arden is sooo very talented~~
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Every season has it's beauty. I prefer Autumn over the others, but can appreciate each. Your mention of music, brought back to mind the fact that my guitar has come back to me, and holding and strumming it is like the touch of an old friend. Perhaps I'll do a blog on it some day.
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Beautiful thoughts for sure. I like and enjoy all the seasons., for different reasons. Spring is my favoutite time of the year. I just love seeing the gardens and parks coming to life again after the long winter sleep. It always brings me a feeling of hope and joy .
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