Fall colours of blue, brown, and white . . .

. . . will soon become winter’s blue and white.

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And that’s fine. I am not sad about winters’ approach . . . I have no control over the weather or climate. It’s better, healthier, to accept what will be.

Accept

I left work a little late today. After running errands I arrived home in the gloaming that comes just before nightfall. Some folks may be unhappy about how early night falls now and will fall for the next several months.

I prefer to not descend into unhappiness about something I cannot control. Rather to accept and appreciate what I cannot change. A time to reflect and give thanks for on the years’ gifts and blessings, to ponder The Great Mystery of the next year.

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An oasis amidst the heat

We are so blessed that our back yard is (relatively) cool and inviting on this day, when the humidex reached 46C, or 115F.  We can feel and listen to the breeze, listen to the grass grow.

This is the real world. This weather is uncomfortable, unpleasant, potentially dangerous. It is quite possibly a precursor of what is to come in the years ahead. It is good to be comfortable with appreciating the real world.

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Accept and endure

We are in a very hot spell, the outside temperature is 32C and the humidex is 38. The inside temperature is 27 – not as bad as it may sound. Fans are going. The a/c is plugged into the bedroom window and set at 75.

Tomorrow will be equally hot, relief may come tomorrow night or Tuesday.

We accept and endure what life sees fit to throw our way.

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Acceptance

Winter, true winter, the real thing, puts in a brief appearance this weekend. Tomorrow will be breezy, accentuating the chill of the predicted high of somewhere between -10C and -13C. I do not exactly want or welcome such chill. Yet I accept the reality that it’s winter, it gets cold, and I cannot change those facts. Cold snaps like this help me appreciate our snug little home all the more.

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Patches

Sometimes it seems our life is like this rough country road. Patches covering the hurts and wounds; rolling, bumpy and uneven; going through empty territory; leading to . . . the unknown.

Yet I like it. The hurts and wounds heal. The journey – through territory familiar as well as uncharted – is energising. There is always something to see, to do, to feel. Something to be grateful for.

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Kendal

Faye and I had to make the difficult decision to let go of our beloved Kendal. His pain grew progressively worse, even with pain management medications.

I never want to let go of a dog. Yet its the kind, the compassionate – the right – thing to do, difficult and wrenching as it is.

I miss having him on the dog bed next to the computer desk. I’ll miss his shenanigans. I still and will always treasure him, and how he enriched my life. I’ve been very blessed to know and love him.

There is a saying. ‘He’s not gone, just gone on ahead.’

Thank you, Kendal. Thank you for scouting the way. I look forward to hearing your report.

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