Friday, November 06, 2020

Friday Ramble - Fifteen

On Sunday morning, clocks in the little blue house in the village turned back an hour, and Daylight Saving Time waved goodbye until next year. The departure of DST also marked fifteen years of pottering about in cyberspace, fifteen long years of logging on in the morning, posting an image or two and sometimes muttering along for a few paragraphs, occasionally spilling coffee on the keyboard. There are times when I can't believe I had the cheek to set this "book of days" up in the first place, let alone do the blogging thing faithfully for fifteen years in a row. There are other times when I look at stuff I posted here years ago and am absolutely appalled. Yuck.

However lacking they are, and they are certainly that, these are my morning or artist pages, and chances are they will 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 all. I don't foresee any significant changes to this place, and I expect blogging life will simply go on as it has been doing so far, photos and scribblings and bits of poetry.

To say the last year has been difficult is an understatement and then some. In late November last year, my soulmate passed away after a ferocious battle with pancreatic cancer, and life without him is rough going. I can't even begin to express how much I loved the man and still do, how much I miss him. Within a few months of Irv's passing, three friends also passed away from cancer, and I miss them too. There are times when I feel as if I am just clinging to the wreckage and paddling madly to stay afloat. Thank goodness for family, for cherished friends far and near, for beautiful darling Beau. I could not have gotten here without them, without all of you.

Some times are easier than others, but every day, Beau and I ramble with notebook and camera. We wander along at our own pace, watching oak leaves rain like honey in the autumn woods and morning fogs enfold the eastern Ontario highlands. We feast our eyes on the sun going down like a ball of fire over the river, on skies alight with winter stars and lustrous moons that seem almost close enough to reach up and touch. My soulmate is always with us in spirit, resting easy in the pocket of my tatty old jacket - he loved rambling and was usually the first person out the door.

The road goes ever on, and there is magic everywhere if we have the eyes to see it, the wits to acknowledge it, to show respect and say thank you. The small adventures of our journeying will continue to make their way here and get spilled out on the computer screen mornings with a bad photo or two and a whole rucksack of wonder. The world is a beautiful place, and I am starting to realize that sometimes an image says everything that needs to be said, all by itself, no words needed from this Old Thing.

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 called It Was Early, she wrote that sometimes one needs only to stand wherever she is to be blessed, and that is something I try to keep in mind as Beau and I totter about. Thank you for your kind thoughts and healing energies, your comments and cards and letters, for journeying along with me this year. You are treasured more than you know, and if my fingers were working, I would write each and every one of you.


Barbara Rogers said...

Thank you, Kate, for being who you are, where you are, and writing this amazing blog for 15 years. I have only signed on for the last 5 or maybe 10. It's a nice comfort to see what you took a photo of, and what you mused about...sometimes in painfully beautiful ways. A big congrats.

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Beth Owl's Daughter said...

Each day you are here, and share a bit of your world in all its glory and sorrow and mystery, is a treasure that keeps me afloat, too.

Bless you for your gifts that are far, far too many to begin to count. Bowing in deepest gratitude for all you are and give so generously.

Much love and HUZZAH for this anniversary!

Tabor said...

Mary Oliver is such an angel in our mind. I love your blog and get a deep restorative sigh from the photo and then some energizing mind thoughts from the text.

Mystic Meandering said...

I feel your sadness, of course... with all the loss you have been through, but I also sense your strength and determination to keep going one foot in front of the other. That in itself is an inspiration. I'm glad you still "ramble with notebook and camera", and Beau - and that you keep posting here. Whether you know it or not, your words and pictures lift this heart... _/\_

Marsha said...

Every day I travel with you beyond the fields we know, and I am grateful to your for your company and for making it possible. I depend on your consistent recognition and honoring of beauty. I have thanked you before, but will not be able to do so enough. Still, many thanks, and know that I think of you often, especially this last year.

littlemancat said...

Your blog is a beautiful blessing - thank you so much.

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lady grey said...

Thank you for your steadfastness which in itself is a shining beacon and for sharing 'a whole rucksack of wonder.'

Maggie Emm said...

A privilege to journey with you Cate - you will always be a part of my life even though we will never meet. We all keep each other strong!

Belle said...

You and your ramblings are wonderful. Thank you so much for this place.

Pienosole said...

Thank you. ❤️ I’m grateful. 🙏🏻