Last week the temperature was 100, today it is 68. Fall is here. A gloomy cloud covered day, my kind of weather. Jonathon and I are enjoying a cup of coffee. Coffee is good in the fall. Everything is good in the fall. Thoughts of life and our place in it. Hope that lifts us up and carries us forward. Peace you can feel. The birds are traveling. They stop by Brooks Pond. Tired from the flight but not home yet. The little boy is walking his dog. His class did not get to go out today for recess. He did not like that. The Old Man ordered a Fontanini Nativity piece yesterday and received it today. Quick turn around. I saw a dear lady at church the other day. I considered how sweet she was an angel on earth. Today she went home.
We think about what is before our eyes. If it is crude brusque insipid we feel the world is a bad place. ‘As a man thinks so is he.’ We must lift our eyes to the hills and sky. So much more is right than wrong.
The days are getting shorter…faster. Things seem new for the old. A revelation for the senses and a realization that all has not been learned. Surrounded by beauty and never seeing it. Held by joy and never feeling it. Spoken to by angels and having difficulty hearing.
There he was first grade. It was chilly walking to school. The boy hoped mom would be fine on her own until he returned. They raised each other. The bulletin board was full of pumpkins, ghosts, a witch on a broom with a funny smile. Everyone was all a twitter about their lives and what was coming next. Bonfires and hayrides, roasting marshmallows and candy corn. Scary movies Frankenstein and Dracula. Must purchase a Halloween Costume at Ben Franklin Dime Store. There were a lot of costumes. You could be anything on Halloween. The sky was the limit. The boy bought a JFK mask and costume which was an image of a man wearing a suit and tie on a flimsy cloth that covered your front and tied behind your neck like a hospital gown. The boy understood hospital gowns. He had been in the hospital. People laughed and called him Mr. President as they placed candy in his plastic Jack-O-Lantern.
Choices, which do you choose? It is good to have choices. We have many. Choices lead us to our sense of place. Who we are is a culmination of our choices. The path of acceptance is a good road. The little boy found that to be true many years ago. He was a bit afraid the first day of school he did not know anyone no one knew him. The girl sitting nest to him had lovely blonde hair and seemed serene. Teacher asked the girl if she needed to visit the restroom? She nodded and as she left the room I noticed a puddle of liquid under her desk. We often appear to be put together and ready to rumble but inside we are in distress.
