“It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive.
There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.”

George Eliot

“They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same,
but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now”

Edna St. Vincent Millay

(The Andy Griffith Show / circa 1960)

Today just seems like a day when I dread turning on the television, dread the landline’s incessant ringing,
dread the cell phone’s constant alerts….

Today is a day to turn it off—- turn it all totally off!

Double standards
Civil unrest

Is it any wonder I would opt to watch something simple.
Something that came from a seemingly more innocent time?

Did you know that on this latest runoff election in Georgia that, between all four candidates,
almost $1 billion dollars was spent on the collective campaigns?

Let that sink in…

The local Atlanta news outlets reported that the candidates spent well over $800 million between their campaigns
…closing in one 1 billion dollars.

Oh pray tell…. what could 1 billion dollars do for those in need in
this aching Nation of ours??

And the looming question that will never be answered, where might that near 1 billion
dollars have come from???
I wonder….

And so the landlines have rung constantly, the billboards have lit up the night sky,
people have knocked on doors, flyers have arrived daily in the mail,
alerts have popped up on phones, commercials have run at an olympic clip…

Waste, waste, waste…

And thus in this small microcosm of Georgia, it appears that we are swirling down the toilet.

And now fast forward to yesterday’s protest in Washington…
And thus my obersvations have been confirmed.

Conservative Trumpers protest and it’s declared a calamity.
Protests and riots continue, unending, in both Portland and Seattle.
George Floyd and Breanna Taylor protests were violent, riotous, destructive..
yet they are declared as attempts at expression.

I am sick and tired of the double standards.

I am sick and tired of all this mess.
But that won’t matter to the masses of the selfish.

I long for that which is not of this world.

And I somehow think I’m probably not alone in that longing…

A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you;
and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh,
and I will give you a heart of flesh.

Ezekiel 36:26

“Delicious Autumn!”

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a pefect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
George Eliot, letter to Miss Lewis, 1st October 1841


(image taken from the big tree in the front yard / Julie Cook / 2013)

It is most likely very evident this love of mine of Fall / Autumn—of the splendorous palate of color and tone that graces the eye of those who look upon the landscape of the quickly fading year. From the cool crisp breeze that rustles the fallen leaves to the faint scent of smoke that swirls throughout the air… there is simply something regal and yet comforting about this time of year. It settles and quiets my soul as if it is a familiar wise old friend who has suddenly returned, offering me all he has.

It is the very blanket that I wrap myself in on a chilly morning; drawing it ever closer around my shoulders, as I happily drink in the remaining sips of splendor before it all seems to slowly fade into that deep slumber known as Winter.

I can’t help but think of the two seasons of transition, Spring and Fall, as the decadence and abundance of Nature’s colors. The loud announcements of growth and vivid colors bursting forth in the Spring to the solemn, yet brilliant, slow death in the Fall… It is as if Summer and Winter are just times of stalk settling, impatient waiting and sad absence.

I love Spring for it’s vibrance and energy, but it is Fall that soothes this heart of mine. My familiar comforter with whom I relish spending time— he who offers me his strong embrace—where I feel safe and at peace–basking in the subtle glory known as November…

On this new day to this new week–may you be blessed by a beautiful crystal clear blue Autumn sky and of a brilliant canopy of scarlet, golden and burnt orange leaves offered by this familiar friend who has come to tarry but for a while longer…

Peace and Grace to you all——


(images of the same tree out front in the yard)