This is My Father’s World

Happy Thanksgiving to the states, happy end of autumn to everyone else. I wonder if this wasn’t the most beautiful autumn ever here in the Great Lakes, or maybe I was just paying more attention.

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I look around at the multi-coloured trees in wonder. How come this happens every year, yet it is is always a marvel, always a pause in the day? When I first look up and see a tree has started to change, I feel a seed of excitement. It grows as the weeks go by, with each stroll or drive, watching the fields turn golden. Pure gold, the sight of it. I have lived in places with four seasons for 54 autumns. Still, it is always new. You have created this world beautiful, to change and grow in harmony. Autumn is the bridge to winter, yet I feel so alive. When the sun starts to go down and sets the top of the church on fire, I don’t know where to look. I turn slowly in my landscape to take it all in, ever changing with each moment, until the light has gone.

little hitchhiker
stowaway on my shoe
red leaves fell

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Title from the Christian hymn, This Is My Father’s World
words by Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901
music, traditional tune arrange by Franklin L. Sheppard, 1915

View of the church of Saint Paul de Mausole, Vincent van Gogh



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Monday Random

  • I went to mail a letter in my building without looking in the mirror first.
  • Day by day, I am getting back to my normal self
  • Whatever normal is
  • Perhaps normal is what I feel like inside, without anyone else’s expectations
  • I would also try to erase some regrets, though they cannot really be forgotten, and add to our experiences, what makes us wiser
  • sadder and wiser
  • Today’s weather here is a good illustration of how I view my life right now

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Monday Random

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  • I baked a chicken dish this week that was delicious.
  • Sadly I do not think I can repeat it, as I cooked as if I were painting or writing words, and wrote nothing down

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  • Our local grocery had chicken quarters for 39 cents a pound, so I couldn’t resist, especially since that is my favourite part of the bird, especially the thighs
  • Hubby is a breast man
  • Basically it was salt, black pepper, chili powder, granulated garlic, onion powder, thyme, rosemary, basil, and turmeric. I basted it every half hour at 375F with bottled balsamic salad dressing.
  • It got all brown and sticky and moist, very rich. Great over rice.
  • NaNoWriMo is here once more
  • For the uninitiated, the idea is to write a 50k word novel in 30 days
  • From the past ventures, I have 1 rough draft and two unfinished novels
  • I can’t seem to finish
  • Is this laziness, or was I built more for sprints than long distance running?
  • Not giving up
  • Besides I need a break from sewing these little felt things I’ve been poking at for months now.
  • I really thought the craft show would go better, but it takes time to get how it all works and how to market oneself, even at a 6×3 foot table
  • Even after sending gifts I still have a good hundred at least of these little felt Christmas ornaments and key chains. The majority are keychains.
  • If you hit me up in e-mail or my contact page, and paypal me 25 bucks, I’ll send you a dozen assorted little bears and hearts and things, (US only) and for another five bucks, I’ll throw in an original poem signed by me
  • I really do have to recoup some of my material costs
  • Then I will start again
  • On the positive side, my sewing skills are getting better, and I have many new projects for the coming year
  • I am getting a bit of arthritis, and I never will forget my mother telling me the secret is to keep your fingers busy
  • If you get idle, they will get gnarled up and not work anymore for you
  • If they are kept industrious, they still might get gnarly in time, but they won’t stop working, and that’s what I want.
  • After all, I could live to be a hundred
  • So it is monday again, and at my house that means gray and rain and talk of snow at the end of the week
  • Illinois folks learn to be resilient so we are geared up with our mittens and our ice scrapers and drive on without a thought about snow before Thanksgiving.
  • Not a thought
  • (sob!)

Enjoy your Monday! It is the only one that will ever be just like today.

Here’s some kind of chill groove I have been listening to while writing this morning

Monday Random: crunch time

  • How do you act under stress?
  • Do you take it out on others or do you internalize the struggle?
  • Do you simply get to work and work doubly hard to complete the task well?
  • Do you crumble and cry in a corner?
  • The time for the craft show has come. It should be that craft show, or this craft show, but it is simply dubbed ‘Thee craft show’, which I think is a mistake now, considering expectations and hopes riding on one day
  • Everyone knows you rarely break even on the first show
  • If it rains, all bets are off
  • We keep coming back to the calm place and saying, it’s okay if we don’t make money the first time (lies, all lies)

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autumn I see you waking up
a lover sleeping too long
my soul is hungry
how long will you
make me wait
for crisp days
when will you
brush my hair once more
with cool fingers
the exhilaration of October
just steps away
coming up behind me
to hold me in strong arms