The saying Life is what happens when you’re making other plans (Thomas La Mance), describes my summer. Instead of puttering in my gardens, taking little trips to visit relatives, enjoying quiet dinners on restaurant patios, sitting on a lake shore watching the waves roll in, or strolling through neighborhood rummage sales, I had a summer of doctors and hospitals — even a wild drive as I chased an ambulance so I could find the hospital it was going to. Life definitely happened. And it went on, bringing me to today — the other side of those scary days — full of gratitude and relief.
But, as the oak leaves outside my window turn brown and frost coats the world outside my window, I feel the loss of a summer. When I think of the tragedies the news reported over these last few months, I’m embarrassed by my grief. I have my home, my possessions, and, most importantly, my family and friends. So many aren’t that fortunate. I still pray for the people in stuck in refuge camps because of wars and insurrections, and people who lost everything to fire, hurricane, earthquake, or flooding, as well as relatives and friends facing personal and physical problems. Life happened to them, too, while they were making other plans.
Jerry Brown, former Governor of California, offers good advice, or maybe it’s an attitude to maintain:
Life just is. You have to flow with it. Give yourself to the moment. Let it happen.
So, as I get ready to take on today, I’m saying goodbye to my regrets about last summer. Fall is here — late fall with crystal flakes sparkling in the early morning sun, skies of red and apricot in the evening, and in-between them the brisk chill in the air that makes hot chocolate taste so good, and family holidays on the way. If I don’t do another post before then, Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.