Cooler in the mornings now, and colorful afghans from Bethesda Thrift Store and other places are in place for that extra layer of warmth. It’s always a huge moment when we can open windows again after our long winters, so I will keep them open as long as I can in the autumn.
I don’t know if others experience time differently as they get older. It will be 10 years this fall since my mother’s very last illness. There are dear friends and family members who follow this blog, who remember my parents when they were young. I was amazed, years ago, after the grief slowly healed, to find my parents still present with me. When I was young, people didn’t seem to speak of grief much. But if we are given the gift of many years, it is surely a part of life. Each person’s journey is different – his or her own journey. After my mother’s passing, I went back to books by favorite authors and looked more carefully at dates. I said to myself, “See, you will survive, you will create, you will be fine too.” It’s also interesting to read memoirs and look at lists of credits to see that years can go by between books, for example. I was very tired from many years of wonderful caregiving, so perhaps my recovery took longer. My mother was one of my very best friends – still is. We also lived in different states for many years. I was a teacher as you know.
HAIKU NOTES: I love the fact that we share our blogs from all over the world. I began to follow Kirsten Cliff’s blog recently: Swimming in Lines of Haiku. I thought friends in Australia and New Zealand might be interested in her August 24, 2013 post: “Call for Submissions: Australia – New Zealand Haiku Anthology.” http://kirstencliffwrites.blogspot.com
Karl and I saw some trees beginning to turn their autumn colors this weekend. I love watching the transitions, trying to catch them in prose or poetry.
Blessings always and this day, Ellen