Herbsttag

Walking and walking so much in the last few weeks brought to mind Rilke’s poem “Autumn Day”.

I feel almost lightheaded as I read his words, especially the last verse.

It describes my life during the long days and nights of winter.

This is when I miss my Husband.  He would understand my feelings.

Fluent in German he could help me with the translation.

 

Autumn Day*

Lord: it is time. The summer was great.
Lay your shadows onto the sundials
and let loose the winds upon the fields.

Command the last fruits to be full,
give them yet two more southern days,
urge them to perfection, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Who now has no house, builds no more.
Who is now alone, will long remain so,
will stay awake, read, write long letters
and will wander restlessly here and there
in the avenues, when the leaves drift.

* There are many translations but I like this one by J Mullen.

Roasted Vegetables

Delicious, nutritious and easy to prepare!

Before and after.

These will be eaten in less than two days!

Take your best shot!

This brought a smile!

Takes my mind off other “shots” such as covid vaccines, boosters, flu shots…

My doctor expressed his frustration the other day with his patients who would not get their covid shots.

A local theatre requires proof of vaccination for entry.

So much controversy.

Maybe I will try a shot of whiskey after all!

Note on my messy desk…

Life continues to be chaotic.

Too much to do in too little time.

Too much uncertainty.

Good intentions however.

Looking for something on my desk, I ran across this note.

Not sure when or why I wrote this.

My scribbling tells me that I was in a hurry.

That seems to the state of my life these days.

OK, I need to breathe deeply and enjoy the view from my window.

Everything is OK.

Signs from Seattle

Seattle is home to Amazon.

Like him or not, Jeff Bezos changed the world of retail and made a pretty penny along the way.

I remember when he first started and was not making any money with his ventures.

Who knew that he would give new meaning to the word amazon?

Continue reading “Signs from Seattle”

Maybe…

Crying in church

I don’t cry very much.

In fact, I wish I could cry easily  and more often.

Over the years I have learned to maintain control.  

My emotions are contained.

I wear a happy face. 

Masks and sunglasses have helped maintain my facade.  

Unless I am in church.  Then my guard is down and tears come easily.   

“Amazing Grace” did it for me this past Sunday.

The healing grace of a good cry.

Does a body good.

A bit of decadence

Coffee latte with cardamom and flower petals

Yummy on a cool fall day.

More calories than caffeine.

I’m a sucker for anything with cardamom.

What’s your favorite coffee?

My black hole

You don’t have to be a physicist to identify a black hole.

Nor do you have to be a scientist to deal with one.

All that is needed is determination and resolve.

I think. I hope.

Continue reading “My black hole”

Thursday’s Child

Thursday is the day I was born, eons ago in a galaxy far, far away.

Not really eons ago and not really in a galaxy far, far away. Continue reading “Thursday’s Child”