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October 2020 #2 When Angels Stop By

October 2020 #1 Migrations

September 2020 Distractions

August 2020 Hills

July 2020 Dog Days of Summer

May 2020 Our Photoshopped Life

April 2020 The Lockdown

March 2020 When Spring Comes

February 2020 Just Like I Know

Posts prior to my new and shorter blog entries • Thanks for your interest

January 2020 My New Artwork – Encaustic Vessels

January 2020 The Tenth Anniversary of My Return To Earth

January 2020 Surviving Til Spring

January 2020 A Gathering of Love

January 2020 The Stewardship of Objects

December 2019 Grief, Anniversaries, and the Holidays

December 2019 Taking Out the Garbage and Other Things We Get To Do

December 2019 Save This Post • Save Yourself • Tales for a Winter Night

November 2019 You Don’t Have To Be Grateful All The Time

November 2019 Realms of the Soul • November

October 2019 Journal Entry • November 1961

October 2019 Some Thoughts About Anxiety

October 2019 Realms of the Soul • October

September 2019 Becoming Your Parents One Squirrel At A Time

September 2019 Finding Sanctuary

September 2019 Realms of the Soul • September

August 2019 Pause • On Aging • Every Breath New Chances

August 2019 Realms of the Soul • August

August 2019 Stay If You Want

July 2019 The Roof

Despite the stubborn nature and technical refusal of the word "October" to be deleted from the heading to the right , it is November 2020. Some things, like people, just refuse to behave.

Since writing last month, foremost on my mind has been the loss of my brother-in-law and close friend Paul. He died in a memory care unit several weeks back of which he was once the medical director himself. We'd been friends since we were twenty. In addition to Kathy's losing her beloved brother in this long process of goodbye, a piece of my heart has broken away. Here, on the brink of the holidays, I am reminded of the challenges and losses we can feel at this time of year, particularly in this period of separation, isolation, and social distancing from the people we love and care about.

Standard Time has returned in the past month and with it my yearly puzzlement as to why it isn't 11 o'clock and near bedtime when it is actually only 7. Halloween came and went several weeks back and with children remaining at home, the only masked visitors we had on our porch was a family of raccoons who raided an empty birdfeeder and to compensate tipped over several flower pots - trick or treaters with furry tails. The Covid 19 virus is spreading and following the election there is a joy for some and disappointment for others.

With the return of the rain and cold weather, our projects here on the hill have been getting checked off more slowly than my wishful thinking and the upcoming reunions and traditions of our family and friends, like those of yours, appear on the verge of being tossed into the air by the vulnerabilities of our bodies.

I'm not certain about the thread of these thoughts and experiences. I do know that I am helped and calmed when I write and focus on the smaller details of life rather than the vastness of the larger world, a world over which - unlike a pen, a keyboard, or my hands - I have little control.

In a month defined by the concept of 'gratitude,' if I feel certain of one thing it is that no matter what happens in the chaos of the world, there remains - even in those moments of loss, disappointment, and personal challenge - the possibility that unexpected beauty and magic will drop into our lives. Perhaps this is the thread. By burrowing down, honoring, and in some way sharing our experiences with a respect for your own feelings, not only can we survive the crappy, the unfair, and the painful, but keep open the doors to beauty and wonder - like the dragonfly which recently arrived in our life.

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Fred