I’ve been struggling this week, with personal issues as well as extended family ones, and with the cold weather that’s settling in for the next few months. My optimism seems to be on vacation, and I’m aware of some unresolved anger that will eat away at me while I eat away at it if I don’t find some means of dealing with it, and soon. So, not a great week here, but it’s all part of the process. Here’s hoping the simple message of this favorite song will lift me, and you, just a bit:
A postscript: A long lunch with an old friend I’d lost touch with combined with a long but cold ramble in the woods have restored some sense of equilibrium. I’m never happier, more at peace, or more myself than when I’m outside in the quiet world out there, and if it seems a recurring theme, it is, and there’s a reason, I’m sure of it. Some places call certain people to them, and I feel the call to settle somewhere in, or very near, nature. Another dream, perhaps, but a lovely one.