What a past couple of weeks. As most of you know, Hurricane Florence devastated many parts of the state that I call home. Yes, my area was spared of significant damage, but just like an entire family hurts when one of its members hurt, the residents of a state grieve when individual communities grieve. There will be a lengthy rebuilding process–not only in terms of infrastructure but with the rebuilding of hopes and dreams of the people. It takes a lot out of you when you lose things. Yes, even material things. At the least, you are inconvenienced for a very long time. You can be both grateful for surviving a storm and mourn for the losses at hand. We are used to this as humans. Please continue to donate, pray, and help as you are able. Here’s a story from Florence that will warm your heart, but also help you be more aware of who and how these monstrous storms devastate.
It’s Friday! And Friday used to not mean too much to me. I never could understand the TGIF hype. I loved my job, and would’ve gladly worked right through the weekend. Mostly because my husband worked every weekend. He also worked every day and every night. He owned a small towing and recovery business that was 24/7/365. After realizing he was spending all of his time in a truck and missing out on much of “real” life, he sold his business. We live much more simply now. And we both look forward to Friday! I’m a freelance writer, so I work most of the time, but I set my own schedule. I LOVE THIS. Our weekends are set aside for long hikes through the woods, eating lunch at our favorite Greek restaurant (Kipos in Chapel Hill), and enjoying dessert at our happy place–Foster’s Market in Durham. So yay!! It’s Fri-nally Friday! TGIF!
And the best part of this weekend: It is the beginning of Fall. My favorite season. You may have noticed I have been mostly absent with blog posts. I’ve tried to stay up with the ones I follow (yes, I am running a minute behind. Sorry.). I’m not a liker just to be liking. The blogs that I follow faithfully are blogs that I enjoy reading. I will catch up soon. Here’s the thing: it has been too damn hot and humid this summer. I’m not sure how many more summers I will be able to stand with this heat (#climatechangeisreal). It zaps me–my energy, my motivation, my ability to be around people. It’s hot. I wondered if there was a summer equivalent of SAD (seasonal affective disorder), so I looked it up. Yes–according to the Mayo Clinic SAD can affect people with any seasonal transition. Now that I can see autumn is on the horizon, I’m beginning to breathe a little sigh of relief.
My photo taken at Lake Pine, Apex NC autumn 2017.
As Annie Dillard says,
“How we spend our days, is of course, how we spend our lives.”
A few Fall-ish words that I’m reading:
“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.”-Ann Patchett
Fall Song by Mary Oliver
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering backfrom the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries – roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay – how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.