I've been thinking a lot lately about life, about aging, about the passing of time, death, changing of the seasons. To me it all feels very much like a circle...with everything in perfect rhythm, reoccurring over and over and over as in the seasons. Rhythmos. Seasons. The circle of life. An ever changing, evolving and refining process until we reach our end. It's really beautiful.
I've reached middle-aged. Over the hill status. A woman of maturity. Well, physically anyway. I'm not at all sure about the maturity of the mind. After all, I still feel like a child in some ways, in awe of so many things in the world and in my surroundings. I still dream. I still have hopes. And I still have fears. Insecurities really, rather than true fear. But my point is, that we never really lose that inner child where we started out. I carry her with me all the time. She helped create the woman that I am today. We're all a product of our genetics, of our environment, of our experiences, our unique personalities and I believe, by the path we've chosen. Who we have chosen to become.
|My Annie...beautiful, mature lady|
|Another mature lady :)|
Which leads us to the end of seasons...that part of life which was never in the plan...death. That part sucks. Totally and seriously sucks. My boss, who is also my dear friend, had to lay to rest his beloved horse today. Sammy. Beans, as he was lovingly called because of his tendency to "pass gas" at any and inappropriate times. He was Rick's dream horse. His quick and fleet-footed cutting horse. Whoa to any cow that crossed his path horse. The better have respect for me and my opinions, cold-backed, hang on, bucking horse. The horse who dared present his position on things and give you a run for your money, argumentative Sammy. Rick had met his match with him. He loved him, and now he's broken-hearted to have to let his dear friend go. My heart breaks for him. I've been there and I can say from experience, that it hurts. It hurts a lot. Having to make that decision isn't anything that any animal lover ever wants to have to do. But, when you are a caretaker of animals, large or small, it happens. And when it does, nothing makes it better, except for maybe a loving and understanding hug from someone who understands. So, I hugged my friend today and I cried on his behalf. I'm so, so sorry my friend. But thank you for being kind to an old friend. May you never forget those rides and those arguments. Remember and smile. Rest in peace little, red horse...
Another change in seasons, our weather has mellowed out greatly. Two days ago we hit 97 and it was miserably hot, yesterday was upper 80's and today I'm wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Go figure. We have rain in the forecast and temps in the 60's next week. Fall is definitely in the air. I'm actually looking forward to it. Jeans. Boots. Sweaters. Cozy fires in the wood stove. And of course, my squirreling tendencies over which I seemingly have so little control. Life does go on...
Making applesauce and a BBQ at my brother and sis-in-law's are on tap for this weekend. I also hope to spend some time with Eagle. He seems to be feeling rather dejected and left out lately. He received a little reminder about electric fencing last night. Those free-wheeling days of going under the wire and helping himself to my once-thriving fruit orchard are history. So many lessons in this life...
Maybe I'll also get the chance to see my rain chain in action. That would be cool.
Lorie @ Cingspots