I haven't blogged in a while, and I thought I would at least do one post for October since it seemed to flash by in the blink of an eye. I was super sick, then I traveled, then I got sick again, then I had a mountain of stuff that needed immediate action. It was busy.
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| Homecoming calls for the old school Cons. |
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| Santa Fe simplicity |
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| Road trip!! |
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| At home, room with a view |
And in the midst of all this busy, between holding babies and grading papers, I came to some wonderful epiphanies about who I am and what I want. Isn't that nice, when the busy in your life makes way for thoughtful reflection and epiphanies? I spent a lot of time reading and more time journaling and writing. I rediscovered poetry and found some new songs to gush about. And I realized that where I am is pretty darn good. I know what it feels like to want more; the feeling of dissatisfaction when looking around your life and seeing the same ol' and wanting the brand new because that somehow equates to something better. I think this is better. Right now is better.
I'm kinda discombobulated today... I reconnected with coffee after my month-o-illness and suddenly I am all kinds of caffeinated. But I will end with this excerpt of a poem I'm liking now:
And over one more set of hills,
along the sea,
the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness
and are giving it back to the world.
If I had another life
I would want to spend it all on some
unstinting happiness.
I would be a fox, or a tree
full of waving branches.
I wouldn't mind being a rose
in a field full of roses.
Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition.
Reason they have not yet thought of.
Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what.
Or any other foolish question.
"Roses, Late Summer" by Mary Oliver
Happy Autumn to you and yours.
