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already here.  the day that was yesterday that was meant to be the other day so that I could write a post on my blog today two days ago.  but it, the day, or more aptly put, the days already have passed.  so quickly.  they are gone.  history.

And so it is

that I am here in this moment writing that I am still here in the blogosphere.  That my blog is always in my heart and never far from my conscious thoughts.  Even when those thoughts and ideas and emotions and happenings and daily minutia and big deals and little ordeals don’t make it onto the screen ~ I am still here.

And so it is

that autumn has returned to the Land of Already Freezing Ground North Land.  The past few days have gifted us with glorious sun.  Golden sun rays that followed weeks of record rain fall, and record windstorms and flooding.

And so it is

that the sun is loved and beloved and cherished

by me.

Big news ~ that little diddy.

And so it is

that I am pleased to write some words on this first day of October.  to write some words on any day actually.  just glad.

The unmistakable trumpet of Canadian geese pierced through the early morning airwaves and were received by my welcoming ears.  In the spring, these first honkings validate with assurance and confidence that winter is surely on the wane because there are new feathered sherrifs in town.  We know when the geese head south, so do our hopes of continued late summer and autumn joys.  Their departing audio conversations sound sad to those of us left behind.  Left behind to face a cold and icy future.   

But today, the Canadians are back and my heart jumped with joy for surely on their strong wings my prayers for winter’s end are answered.   

It is true. 

Prayers and wishes can, indeed, come true.

It’s time. I can feel it in my bones. And if I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I might even conjure up a whiff of chimney smoke.

Let’s light it up. Get a little fire going in the old fireplace. Let’s heat this place up and turn the lights down low. Let’s settle in for a little quiet time by the hearth. Can you hear it? The snap, crackle and pop as the flames lick up and around the dry wood.

Ahh. I’m there. What are you waiting for. Let’s light it up.


what holds me ~ keeps me ~


keep the anchor
buried deep.
@junemoon 2011

Shift change. Winter Sun with us now.

Pale comparison.

Gone, orange still warm autumn sun ~ our faces cast upward ~ soaking in each ray’s warmth.

Winter begins today.
(c)junemoon 2011

Gone. Almost all the brilliantly hued leaves have fallen from their mother trees. Many lie strewn across vast areas of lawns or wooded areas. Some have been captured and await their recyled fates in big black plastic bags.

Still. A few stragglers. Hangers on, so to speak. They twirl in the wind as if fastened with invisible super glue or maximum strength non-waxed dental floss to the branches. Bound to their mothers and begging to stay for just a while longer.

The winds have been fierce, off and on. My chimes playing musical notes occasionally in the night.

My grandkiddos assert their readiness for snow already. Riding their longboards on the still naked asphalt streets right up until the first measurable snow fall. Then they will be onto, literally, their snowboards. Racing down hills, leaving patterns on the snowy hills from where they swooshed and turned. Tricks attempted, accomplished or tried again.

But for now, I spy with my little dark brown eye something orange in color and small in size fluttering against a backdrop of brown, silver and black tree trunks.

There are no words adequate to describe the natural beauty surrounding us each and every day in some fashion. I could try and describe and explain for you the quality of an afternoon autumn sky with the sun’s rays but it would be futile. A hundred words would not suffice. A million words would not capture what my eyes just took in on my short drive home from my place of employment. The words would be detritus of a sort.

Some say a picture is worth a thousand words. Maybe they are right.

I think, though, that in cases of extreme beauty, only the moment of experience stands the test.
Fleeting, even then.
But ever so worth all of one’s life ~ in that moment.

You know the Eagle’s tune Peaceful Easy Feeling? Well I love the first line of that song ~

Earlier today and on to now, that peace-full easy feeling has been with me. Residing in my interior ~ the core of me.


For me, this feeling does not come around that often, at least for the past couple of years. So when the peace enters me, you can believe me when I tell you, I relax into its embrace. Relax. Rejoice. Revel. And give a big shout out of thank you.

Thank you Annie Rosa Lee Dog ~ your spirit is with me today ~ for sure
Thank you Universe and Angels that be.

I am sitting here listening and re-listening to Remember When as sung by Alan Jackson. I heard it on my car radio a while back and after some internal resistence, I downloaded the song from an electronic store.

The lyrics are quite lovely and tell a story of a simple life. Gets me choked up.

Reminds me of how quickly my life has passed. How fast my daughter grew up. How I am now described as that older lady. What the heck happened? And just when did I turn that corner from being considered a dynamic sexual being? I don’t know.

I’m not even saying that I think that the younger, stronger, quicker, definitely more limber me was the preferable one between who I was then and who I am today. I’m just saying that there is a definite difference. A difference in both how I am viewed by others and how I view myself.

I don’t think my neighbors are home. It’s a good thing as I am fixing to play this song again, for about the sixth time in a row.

Some things just take a little more mulling over ~

Snow could fall. Any day now. October has arrived. And here in the Land of Eternal Darkness, Ice and Snow Except for When the Glorious Spring, Summer, and Fleeting Autumn Bless Us With Their Presence, October heralds the beginnings of the Season of Eternal Darkness, Ice and Snow.

The overnight temps are dipping lower, now in the mid-to high 30’s, except for the occasional Jack Frost visits here in the lowlands. Higher in the mountains, winter has already arrived. We lowlanders can see what we non-fondly call termination dust on the peaks and even in the higher elevated valleys. What looks like a dusting to us is most likely tantamount to a couple of feet of snow up there.

Some folks are rejoicing right about now and are already inpatiently looking for any sign they can find that will point to a snow-filled winter. These winter sport’s enthusiasts are a mixed bag of humanity. Some seeking the solitude and solace of a moonlit cross-country ski. Others looking to jar their fillings out of their teeth as they buzz along their man-made skidoo trails on their skidoos and all-terrain vehicles. And then there are the dog mushing set; some from the true frontier’s experience, others hoping to find that back-to-nature while being pulled by a bevy of dogs. Thrill seeking downhill ski’ers and snowboarders. Solitary backwoodspeople, hikers, overnighters, some staying for a week or two. The winter bicyclists sporting studs on their tires and headlamps on their hats. And let’s not forget the sledders and the snowball fighter’s ~ it’s all fun until someone gets hurt ~ remember that saying?

And to be truthful, there is a part of me, small as it may be, that remembers the childlike wonder of the first snow fall. I actually enjoyed winter sports for parts of my life. Not recently. Not even by a long shot of the imagination. But be that as it may, October is here. I can choose to either go along to get along or fight it tooth and nail to no avail or difference will it make, other than draining my energy. I mean really, junemoon, here the Earth is preparing this beautiful gift of a season, and you dare to reject Her gift?

Put that in your pipe and chew on it for a while. [That does not sound quite right]

Hello October! Said with gayety and anticipation!
Any day now.
Why not today?

Even if I’m not all the way there yet with the seasonal enthusisasm, I can fake it ’til I make it, right?
Soooo, once more with feeling ~

Well, Helloooo there October ❤

August 2020