Monday brought bright sunshine with very cool temperatures early in the day, with clouds returning for the expected rain overnight. I took advantage of the sunshine, and swept leaves off the porches and the front sidewalk. Then I walked through the accumulated leaves in the long driveway and looked at the trees from a different angle -- looking back at the house instead of just out from the front window. The smaller maples have turned but still haven't dropped all their leaves. I expect that to occur this week. The back yard is turning but won't likely fall for another couple of weeks. Walking over the front lawn, I looked at the lovely red leaves amongst the gold ones on the ground and inspected the other trees and shrubs. It is quite lovely, but tinged with a bit of wistfulness at this annual ending.
While folding laundry and such indoors today, my thoughts settled on where we've traveled in the past 7+ months (about 224 days). It has been a wild ride and the next 3 months or so are expected to be difficult -- likely bringing some new alterations to daily living. Based on past few months, it became clear that the stresses of the pandemic exacerbated all other hurdles in life. Panic, fear, anxiety and so many other emotions led to less supportive actions and attitudes -- more inwardly focused on self rather than community. In some cases, discourse and actions became more combative. The caring for each other present during the first lockdown have been replaced with looking out for number one -- a more isolationist stance. Indeed, there is a lot to contend with as we move through the unknown -- that liminal space between where we were and where we will be. There isn't a map for this. Techniques for travelers involve public health guidelines and vigilance. This may not feel like enough, but for the evidence we do have, this is the way to continue. Stay the course. Watch for others mired in the muddy bits and assist as best we can.
This afternoon, I listened to a song shared by a friend on social media. It is from the '70s, written in a very different time. When I heard this latest version featuring the songwriter, the lyrics took on a whole new meaning for me. It fit well with the pondering of the day. Watch for the beautiful telecaster. Time for cuppa? <smile> Stay safe. Enjoy!
(What's so Funny 'bout) Peace, Love and Understanding -- Nick Lowe and The Southsea Alternative Choir
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