We're having a bit of summery weather, now that summer is officially over, as the paper noted this morning. I'm grateful for sandal weather whenever it comes. THe acorns are falling, the leaves are turning, and the pansies and roses are still blooming. Schizophrenic but normal where I live. The last place I lived was also capable of going from spring to winter and from fall to summer as well. Wake up and see what the day brings. A wind can warm up the earth or freeze it down. Midday, I might have to put a down jacket on top of summer khakis and a tee shirt and slip my feet out of clogs and into boots. Flexibility is a good thing to learn, I guess. But I hanker for consistency.
People can also surprise us. Our moods fluctuate and we often attempt to catch up and don't quite succeed, as the conversation or mood alters as we attempt to alter our own. We're all moving waters swirling around each other, but perhaps only heading in the same direction for a moment, until we spin out yet again. It's a dance, this attuning ourselves with others, and it takes energy, or maybe just a resting stance until the waters flow our way again. In my advanced years, I tend to the latter. The sunny day will come, the perfect alignment with our friend's thoughts and feelings will happen, eventually. And in the meantime, a little stillness has us noticing what joys are before us in our world come rain or come shine.
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