I can’t begin to say how awful it is that I have so much trouble getting my words where I want them with wordpress. I am sure it must just be that I don’t know how to do something crucial! But obviously, I don’t.
I think my strange choice of pictures and the huge difficulty of even getting them on the page relates to the sort of depression that settles on me around this time every year. It is the time that Paul went into the hospital for the last time, and continues until the anniversay of his death on September 23rd. I am trying to fight this by reliving beautiful old memories, and being in the beauty of the natural world, thinking about my family, about art that others have made and that I would like to make. This helps somewhat, but I need to do more. I hope the end of summer will not always be quite like this. It may already be better than last year, but in other ways it is worse. Well, ” I need to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them.”
Many good things are happening. Many good things have happened during this season of harvest and mellowing of the earth. This time of new beginnings, too. I will try hard to focus on all of that, and I promise my next post will not seem like such a pity party!
I usually find summer’s end to be depressing even though I love autumn. For me, I see the trees and garden beginning to go to sleep for the winter (before the glorious color) and it reminds me of loved ones who have gone on.
My mother felt the same way, I wonder if I just picked it up from her growing up?
I remember when I first “met” you (so to speak), your husband was still living but seriously ill.
Praying that God will comfort you and give you joy as only He can…. Hugs, Debra
(((((hugs)))))) memories are tough! I’ve been praying your health is better, I really hope you are well!