I have been visiting a friend’s blog (Gumbo Writer – see to your right in my links!) and she has organized her blog into "posting days" — Monday’s is this topic, Tuesday’s is that…etc. While I’m not so organized, I do think it’s a good idea. So I may steal her idea, or at least my own version of it. Perhaps something like, have a certain day of the week for Clementine posts, another day for mountain life posts, and another – oh, I don’t know, miscellaneous posts? While I may not post every day, I can set up some Monday Wednesday Friday thing…and then change it as I will to Tues Thurs Sat? Haw! But, having a direction and a little organization will help me: especially with the Clementine Novel Draft to Blog, since that is usually a longer post, etc. But I do think Fridays should be Random Thoughts Day, don’t you? I also want to begin visiting you all again, now that I have my new laptop and Granny Laptop is now the possession of Good Man Roger (who does his crosswords and emails on her – they make a good fit). Since this laptop is much faster, I won’t have the frustration I had on visiting as I did before (sorry Granny Laptop!)
The mountain is preparing or fall, by the way. This morning I awoke to a chill, and the sun a giant orange-red ball of flame over the mountain view. We watch Sun track across the ridge-to-the-left and then smack-in-the-middle-of-the-distant-mountain view and then to-the-left-ridge as the seasons change, back and forth Sun travels – a constant, big and bold and in the middle of its life: yes, scientists believe the sun is at Mid-Life—strange to think one day Sun will be Old and then Very Old and then Die. There are leaves changing already, some due to the drought Western North Carolina is experiencing, but within the next weeks, our world will blaze beautiful. And of course, there is football, back to school, new television programs, and even some christmas decorations in the Lowes (yes, that’s right – I saw them on a high shelf, as if Lowe’s felt just a bit guilty for having them there and placed them well above eye level), and of course, the halloween decorations are on the lower shelves to draw the eye away from Santy and his elves. I’ve pulled out my thicker robe, and my fuzzy socks, for those cool mornings and evenings. It’s almost as if summer never happened, as if spring slipped right into fall. Maybe because summer was both busy-happy, and busy-sad: I visited my son in Oregon (happy!), I saw my friends at the conference and in Baton Rouge (another happy!), I lost my good old girl Kayla (sad sad sad). There were too many times away from the mountain, but good ones all the same: that Oregon trip, a trip to Houston, then to New Orleans, then to Baton Rouge, there was company on our mountain, there was my old girl leaving, there was the promotion at Rose & Thorn, and all of this made time rush by rush by rush by–I think time isn’t nearly so linear and solid and staid as we think; I think time is more fluid and stretchy and maleable and changing. Yes, a twenty-four hour day is still 24 hours; however, what if it really isn’t? What if our perceptions are only that? What if a twenty-four hour day is sometimes twenty-three point seven, and other times twenty-four point five? What if in the expanding of our earth and our universe, time is expanding or contracting or both? What if as the world breaths in a contraction and breathes out an expansion, time adjusts? What if twenty-four hours will one day be twenty-two? or twenty-five?
I sit here in my robe and fuzzy slippers, hunched over my laptop, and wonder at the wonders of our Earth, our Universe, the seasons, the way an entire summer can sneak by me with a wink and a laugh and it’s gone….just like that, it’s time for Santy and Halloween on the shelves at Lowes.
Recylce. ReUse. Be well. Eat Healthy. Namaste.
"Green" Tip of the Day: If your grocery store/drugstore/discount store doesn’t have canvas bags by now, ask for them. That way, when asked "Paper or Plastic?" you can say "Neither – I brought my own!"