It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were
all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Gosh, it’s been a long time since I’ve been here. Lots to say; nothing worth putting in print. Great ideas in my head; not translating to words. Time of a broken heart…and a good heart…and a strong heart…then a broken heart…and a peaceful heart.
With all the highs and lows of life, there are things that remain steadfast. Kindness. Love. Friendships. Work. Blue skies. Spring flowers. Warm summer sand. A strong harmony. It’s a wonder one can find themselves out of balance when there are so many of the basics…constants…ballasts.
So I find myself in November. Usually this is a season of “low” for me. I slow, get ready for the winter of rest and hibernation, retreat into my own. But for some reason I’m just feeling peaceful and restful and joyful and ready. In a year that could be characterized as a flat-line of activity, it’s been just the opposite when it comes to matters of the heart. The highs and lows, the ups and downs, the stabbings and mendings, the meltings and freezings, the QRS….well, you get the picture.
I guess I’ll just go into the season being a little kinder and gentler. At least in my heart.