After my pitiful whinging
about melancholy, dismal November
my youngest son sent me this photo,
retrieved from a friend's Facebook..........
the path along the Similkameen River
so how can I continue to be despondent about this month
that has many sad remembrances
but is still beautiful
and still filled with lovely and meaningful things....
I just took a pretty casement-lace silk scarf off the loom
woven with precious balls of fragile silk
I have been saving for years,
and now the loom is empty and looking for the next warp
Our eldest son and daughter-in-law came to
have dinner with me
and brought flowers
and fridge art...
Whilst making room for this intricate adult colouring
I took a few quips and quotes off the fridge, and amongst them
a little blue pencilled observation
from Fredelle E. Maynard's book,
The Tree of Life (p245)
"My parents have died, the love of my youth has died.
I am at the top of the tree, beyond the fruiting branches.
But I am still here, looking skyward...."
It was attached to an aged and yellow sheet, defining Maturity.
Maturity is the growing awareness that you are neither wonderful nor hopeless.
It has been said to be making of place between what is and what might be.
It isn't a destination.
It is a road.
It is the moment when you wake up after some grief or staggering blow
and think, I'm going to live after all.
It is the moment when you find out something you have long believed in
isn't so, and parting with the old conviction
find that you are still you.
The moment when you discover somebody can do your job as well as you can,
and go on doing it anyway.
The moment you do the thing you've always been afraid of.
The moment you realize that you are forever alone, but so is everyone else,
and so in a way you are more together than ever.
And a hundred other moments when you find who you are.
It is letting life happen in its own good order
and making the most of what there is.
I was glad to read this again...how many times have I opened the fridge door
and it has been so inconspicuous to me,
but now I read it once again, as I first did when I found it
and put it there.
Life is discovery and re-discovery, and all of it good.