October – What a Beautiful Month
The days are getting shorter and the nights longer. The air is crisp and clean. The trees are so beautiful in their autumn display of colour. It’s October, and this weekend is Thanksgiving. I feel at peace with myself and with my life.
It took a long time for me to finally find serenity. Perhaps I had to travel my life’s bumpy road with all its heartbreak, disappointments and sometimes joy. Perhaps we all do, I don’t know. At least, I am no longer afraid to feel happy. Used to be, I’d fear feeling joyful because it usually meant someone or something was about to pull the rug out from under me. Living on the edge of a volcano was the only way I knew.
I could dissect my early childhood through my teens and first marriage, ad nauseum but why open that can of worms again? I could dwell on family turning on me, but why bother? I’m a senior citizen now and I am finally happy to be alive. For now, I’m enjoying good health, I have a kind, sweet husband and we have a lovely home. What else is there? Children go their own way and travel their own road. I understand. It’s life. My son has his own road to travel and he’ll do it the best way he knows, as will his children when the time comes.
I didn’t mean to get all mushy on you today. It’s just the season bringing it on. After all, it is a time for reflection, giving thanks and looking at the long, cold winter ahead and yet feeling warm and safe.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Below, view from sun room and potted mums on porch.
