I’m fairly active and need to be for my joy to flow. Prior to the surgery, the doctor had repeatedly stressed that the recovery would be a long slog, but the foot wasn’t working well, so I chose the misery for improved quality of life. The autumn equinox seems a fitting time to contemplate the balance we manage to hold and honor in our lives.Īnd the currently overused word, “literally” does seem to apply to my sense of balance: Since July 8 th, most of my time has been spent lying on a bed or couch with my left leg elevated and the foot iced, following surgery. All other visual, written, and linked materials are credited to their authors. No one is authorized to use Catherine O’Meara’s copyrighted material for material gain without the author’s engagement and written permission. Unauthorized use is strictly prohibited, without Catherine O’Meara’s written approval. © Copyright of all visual and written materials on The Daily Round belongs solely to Catherine M. Here is a blessing, perfectly pure and floating down softly, right into your hand: Let us decorate our hearts with gratitude and forgiveness, with sweet acceptance of the meanings we’ve made and been given, and those we’re reaching for, and those we’ll never have, for the stunning miracle of a snow-frosted world reminds us that mystery, too, is a treasured facet of all that shines in our most beautiful lives, in this most beautiful world.īon Hiver, my friends! May all the gifts of the season be yours, those lovely surprises that are both simple and profound, given and received in love, from heart to heart, in reverence for who we are and who we are becoming. We admired the snowfall from inside, beside the fire, and then outside, walking, running, looking, and being amazed, an altogether perfect day. The world looks so enchanting…a perfect setting to wander in wonder and bid others a most tender, “Bon Hiver!” Today, though, we received our first snow, and the magic inside now plays second fiddle to the glory of snow-gowned trees and grasses. The cats, as always, have just enjoyed having their annual bit of fun with shiny globes and sartorial correctness. The pups and I expected to encounter Heathcliff on our daily walks, but only discovered a variety of interesting fungi, and an elusive blue jay (who would be offered in better focus had I not been entangled by the leashes of two leaping, pulling puppies). Here at Full Moon, the past few weeks have been filled with long days featuring the meteorology beloved by the Brontë Girls. I’ve always found the program profound in its simplicity and deeply endearing. Never preaching, the scripts always honor the characters’-and our-desire for sacred meaning to attach itself to our brief moments and so guide us toward making sense of our lives, and living peacefully with unresolved mystery. One of my favorite episodes of one of my favorite TV programs, Northern Exposure, unites all the episode’s sub-plots beautifully when the townsfolk of Cicely, Alaska, step outside on the night of the season’s first snow and greet it, and one another, with the cry, “Bon Hiver!” (“Good Winter!”) The episode, like the others, deals with longing, loss, guilt, memory, wisdom, peace, and a deep appreciation for life and its co-creator, death…and always, with gentle humor and love for humans and our charming follies.
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