Frank Sinatra sang The days grow short when you reach September, a line from September Song. He was right…they are growing short. Again, it feels like fall. My motto is coffee with cream and an eye steadfastly affixed toward the future once September arrives. Of late, I have taken note that many refer to my favorite months as the ‘Ber Months. Yes, the following four months have my stamp of approval.

Heat slows me down and cold speeds me up…although to the outside observer, the effect may be negligible. I am just finishing Whitley Strieber’s book The Key and find his writing to be intriguing. The writing insists that a little old man who looked, by and large, human visited him in his hotel room during a book tour that he was on and told him the secrets of the world and of God as well as sundry other mysteries. I feel that the book must be the literary result of a fertile mind and a keen intellect. The author insists that his recount of what the man told him is the truth. The Key Master appeared to the author a bit angelic at times. Strieber contends that he believes that he had seen the visitor on a few occasions during his life and had spoken to him previously before the visit which is the subject of the book. We are so quick to explain strange occurrences away as a bit of bad stew as Scrooge explained Marley’s Ghost.

A fellow blogger wrote that blogging relaxed her. I agree. When I take a day off from writing I feel a bit undone. One lesson I did take away from the book is that we should always seek to understand more about our environment. Most of us believe in some type of afterlife and yet when someone claims that they have encountered the supernatural we smile and wink and long for Heaven…

September begins the Magical Months for me. These are the months that have some of our major celebrations. There is a reason that the Christmas Story intrigues us…It is incredible and mysterious.

So, we sit on a little blue sphere in the universe. What surrounds us is infinite. Our climate and ecosystem hang by a series of threads and we are the recipients of God’s goodness. We do not know where we came from and we have not seen where we we are going. The unseen is all around us and we want to say that we believe in only what we can see and feel and hear and taste. In the next breath we want to make Heaven our home…what if we can not see because we do not look…