On the first Sunday in November, time will dance backward an hour in the little blue house in the village, and Daylight Saving Time will wave goodbye until next year. This week marks eleven years of blogging, eleven straight years of logging on here in the morning, posting an image or two (sometimes three) and perhaps muttering along for a few paragraphs. There are still moments when I can't believe I had the audacity to set this e-journal up in the first place, let alone do the blogging thing faithfully for eleven years in a row.
These are my my vägmärken (road marks), my morning or artist pages, and they will probably remain pretty much as they are in the coming year. There may be a bit of font and banner tinkering now and again, but that is as far as it goes. I don't foresee any significant changes to this place, and I expect life will simply go on as it has been doing so far.
We will continue to meander along at our own pace, watching morning fogs enfold the eastern Ontario highlands and oak leaves rain like honey in the autumn woods, feast our eyes on skies alight with winter stars, on the sun going down like a ball of fire over Dalhousie Lake at the trailing edge of the year. This year's serious health "stuff" and my present aggressive chemo therapy notwithstanding, it's grand to be here and all wrapped up in what we call simply, "the Great Round". Some days are more difficult than others, but every morning, the small adventures of our journeying will continue to make their way here and get spilled out on the computer screen with a bad photo and a whole rucksack of wonder. The incandescent Mary Oliver says it best:
The years to come – this is a promise –
will grant you ample time
to try the difficult steps in the empire of thought
where you seek for the shining proofs you think you must have.
But nothing you ever understand will be sweeter, or more binding,
than this deep affinity between your eyes and the world.
(excerpt from Terns)
In another poem, she wrote that sometimes one needs only to stand wherever she is to be blessed, something I try to remember. Thank you for your kind thoughts and healing energies, for your cards and letters, for journeying along with me this year. You are treasured more than you can ever know.