My tired looking boat never reached the water this year. Time to put on the
tarp and ready the craft for the ravages of winter. And with these changes
of seasons, temperatures and our own beings it is often a time that we begin
to ponder yesterday, and consider what lies ahead. We try to ready ourselves
but at the same time have a few regrets, which is normal, of things that did not
get done or quite get done or could have been done differently. And the seasons
change and so do we.

Was it not Thoreau who spoke of men leading lives of quiet desperation? Well
it need not be like that although these are in certain ways, desperate times.
Not only economic but with the health concerns looming all over the world
it is easy to sometimes want to simply shrug off our duties and obligations and
ask ourselves...is this all worth anything? Is it all worth the bother? Maybe
just go out into the woods and escape society and escape from whatever we
think we need to escape from...but then what is it we shall come back to if we
need to escape. Same old same old. And maybe thats not so bad. After all,
its the not sweating the small stuff that sometimes sends us on this journey
of escape in the first place. So many of us escape to an exotic place, to a
warmer climate, to a different city with different people only to find how similar
it is from whence we came? Is life not strange?

We sometimes escape into a book or a song or a painting, at least for a while.
And that sort of esape is reasonable. It might open new vistas, it might make
us ponder the next day with a renewed joy.  And we are all due for a great big
heaping teaspoon of a renewed joy. Allowing memories to make us smile, or
just walking around the block to find ourselves looking at our homes from a
different angle, a new perspective.  I guess whatever works for you is likely
the right thing, as long as it leads to a continued wonder and amazement of
this tender and precious world we live in. And tender and precious it is indeed.
So however you walk that walk or talk that talk, just be yourself and proud of it
in these changing times, grip onto the future by understanding the past, and
knowing full well that maybe all we have is another day. Maybe that is enough
to make this life good. Or maybe we know someone who only has another day
and we want to help make those moments special.  And thats how and why we
are all unique, special and placed here to leave our own footprint of goodwill
when we finally leave for that journey that takes us to the beyond....
Keep dreaming. Keep praying. By all means, do not give up, especially
on yourself.  For another great writer said....and we are truly loved....yes we are....