As Leaves Pile Up….

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Autumn typically is…almost…one of my favorite times of the year.

Typically? You ask. Well, it is 2020 after all.

Almost? you ask.

My kind “four” readers know the answer to that. What follows autumn is winter and this ole’ gal is not a fan of being chilled to the bone. It’s not that I’ve always felt this way. I truly loved my seventeen-plus years in Colorado and obviously there is, most winters anyway, a lot of snow on those majestic Rocky Mountains and certainly enough in the mile-high city of Denver to make one who is averse to winter to permanently seek Caribbean climes. For me though, the difference between winter in Colorado and winter in northern Virginia is humidity. Colorado winters are, in my humble opinion, infinitely more tolerable due to its arid climate. Simply put, the lack of humidity makes cold temperatures feel less so.

I suppose I should simply live in this moment which is a beautiful autumn day full of sunshine and swirling colorful leaves just beginning to pile up in yards and on street corners. I should enjoy the chrysanthemums blooming, their rich bursts of color competing with pumpkins and Halloween decorations in lawns all around the neighborhood. I should be thinking about pumpkin pie and cranberry sauce…cozy nights on the sofa wrapped in my favorite Pendleton blanket…and new Hallmark Christmas movies sure to come despite Covid up-ending the world.

I should. But I don’t have the energy today….

Alas, the life-quake that has shaken our neck of the woods continues to keep me in both a state of perpetual sadness and unbelievable stress. As I try to remain positive during this new crisis, involving…you guessed it…my son, it’s all I can do to “just be” one moment at a time. It seems impossible to think of the upcoming holidays and the joys that they are supposed to bring while dealing with yet another crisis. We’re navigating through this new storm–which I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy–as best we can; whacking my Dammit Doll repeatedly against my desk helps but man would I give anything to have an MMA heavyweight punching bag hanging in the garage right about now.

So yes…I am decidedly not in a positive headspace at the moment and regrettably I cannot pretend, as I often do, to be otherwise. I struggle to find an ounce of fun and frivolity…anything to snap myself out of this shit-storm (no better word at the moment!). As I watch the leaves fall and pile at my feet I feel the weight of our up-ended world heavy on my shoulders. Though I know it is not a panacea, even my simple meditation practice has not eased the pressure as much as I had hoped. I know this too shall pass…I know that change is the only constant…but still…

Uncharacteristically, I have a list a mile long of what I dread as winter approaches (and don’t get me started on politics!). I dread, already, the teeth-chattering cold and fierce winds that will make it impossible to walk around the block without getting frostbite. I dread less sunlight, shorter days, and ice-storms. I dread, silly as it seems, the probability of not being able to spend long lazy weekend mornings over coffee and a good book at the local Starbucks due to ongoing Covid restrictions. But most of all, I dread that this madness will never end.

Argh! I know…aren’t I just a ray of sunshine?!

But hey, tomorrow is another day kind reader and with it promises of less bleakness from me. So….there is bliss in that!

(see, I came around….sort-of.)

8 thoughts on “As Leaves Pile Up….

  1. Life is particularly challenging in this age of the virus. I hope your woes soon fall away much like the season’s leaves. Being we’re in the, what I consider is the most beautiful time of year, I’m savoring each golden light filled day. Because…yes, winter in the Mile High is around the corner. And hopefully with that some moisture with it to calm the obscene fires (the Cameron Peak fire near Ft. Collins is now the largest in state history) and cleanse the foul air. While I’m not looking forward to shoveling a large corner lot this winter, I’m so over a summer that wore out its welcome a few months ago. Hang in there!

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    • Thank you…very difficult times. And wowza, fires in Colorado; I know that area well. I know, as well, a thing or two about foul air and fires after living in California for eight years. We were fortunate to live relatively unscathed for the most part …others not so😒. Cheers to not shoveling a corner lot!πŸΏπŸ‚πŸπŸ‚πŸŽƒ

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  2. Love you my friend. At this time in our lives we should be able just to chill with little worry, but God has another story and plan. Keep the faith that the chimes of time are singing and this to shall pass.
    Love you my dear friend.

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  3. Hi there lovely cousin,
    I feel for you, as I am also attempting to navigate the troughs and peaks of this tempest we’re all in. Thanks for reminding me that I’m not alone. Hugs from the other side of the country.
    P.S. I’m watching it snow here in Anchorage….

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  4. “Tempest”….a perfect word! Hugs back at you –and the family! Just finished raking a boat load of leaves. The weather was perfect for it. Enjoy the beauty– and the calming quiet– of falling snow. Thanks for “stopping by.” πŸ₯°


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