First, before posting, I want to apologise to blog reader 'Rowantree' because she wrote a comment which I accidentally deleted and I cannot retrieve. I was on my phone and my fat finger caught the delete button instead of the publish button. I shall never again try to publish comments using my phone. I am VERY sorry, Rowantree.
Now, to blog.
I find November a difficult month. In the first week we have to adjust to the changing of the clocks. Added to this, the days are becoming noticeably shorter and now begin earlier, so it's light at 7 a.m. (again) but too dark to paint by 4. For me, a person whose two favourite pastimes require daylight - painting, and being outside in nature, either walking or cycling - this is frustrating.
Then there is the landscape. There are more leaves on the ground than on the trees, and although on sunny days that doesn't matter,
Our patio |
on no-sun days I find I am fighting the melancholy of the dying year.
The Monsal Trail |
Behind all of this there is the news. It gets worse and worse. You know what I mean, and if you don't, then read Dave's Grand Remonstrance.
3 comments:
That comment of jenetta on the difficulty of experiencing deep concern and being in the moment rang so true for me as well. I can't find the reference but I know Jack Kornfield spoke of practising compassion without taking on the suffering. And thank you sue for the Praise Song!
Thanks for this Sue, love the praise song. One of my quilts was inspired by the patchwork of fallen leaves one other November. There is beauty everywhere.
Hello Marmee, thanks for your comment.
Helen, I’d love to see a picture of your quilt. If you’re the Helen who follows the Archers, could you send me a picture of the quilt on Twitter direct messaging?
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