Welcome to the Autumn 2020 N-N-1 collaboration. This time around we are commemorating a new season in a…different…kind of year. While everyone acknowledges that the pandemic, among other things, has had a negative impact around the world, most of our collaborators believe that better times will someday return.
I’m starting with a new member of the N-N-1 family, Anne in the Philippines. Her blog is https://primitivesoup.wordpress.com/ Welcome to N-N-1, Anne!
Taken last Saturday, 27th of September 2020, 05:31 pm (Philippine Time).
Here in the Philippines, we only have 2 seasons – rainy and dry season. There’s supposed to be a lot of rain and it should be slightly colder by this time of the month already but it still feels like summer. This view should be nicer without the tall buildings but our apartment building is also tall so… I’m not gonna complain. Anyway, the skies here are clear on most days. It’s like the skies represent a new chapter in my life because I just recently moved out (just in the downstairs unit so it’s not that far). But it’s my own space, so it’s kind of a big deal for me. It is the first time that I’m gonna be on my own so I’m excited to do things like cook more, dance, sing, paint, exercise (fingers crossed), or just be lazy (hopefully not all the time)! I’m loving it here so far.
Things are not that well and most of our plans this year have been canceled but I’m hoping for things to get better soon. I hope everyone is safe and staying safe!
Barb Abelhauser whose excellent blog is The View from a Drawbridge added her contribution.
Seasonal changes. Transitions. 2020. This photo, which I took in my front yard, sums it all up for me. Dark clouds looming. The unknown is coming. This isn’t going to be pretty. And yet, beauty still exists. Flowers still bloom. There are bright spots amid the gloom. I’m trying really hard to focus on them.
At the same time, those bright spots are starting to wilt and pass away. They’re struggling. If times were normal, we could console ourselves with the fact that there will be a new year and new growth. For every thing there is a season. But if we’ve learned one thing from this pandemic, it’s that things aren’t nearly as predictable as we once thought they were.
There’s still hope. But there is no longer certainty.
Stay safe everyone. Wear your masks.
Natalie Garvois, Wild Rivers Run South, sent this sadder testament:
The start of fall
It started with Uncle Arlo, big surprise.
He couldn’t stay away from the Legion bar
Where he and his pals guzzled beer, ate pretzels,
Laughed uproariously, and loved Prez Trump.
Of course, they are Rs, all healthy, and maskless.
Uncle Arlo became what they called an asymptomatic carrier.
And when he went home, he gave Aunt Cissy
A big wet, drunkard’s kiss.
A few days later she visited Grandpa John and Grandma Julie.
No masks were worn. After all she was family, and she looked fine.
Within a week they all had symptoms, except Uncle Arlo.
By the end of the next week, the three were in the hospital.
I was so afraid when Aunt Cissy and Grandpa John
Were put on ventilators and I wasn’t allowed to visit.
All I could do was sit at home, pray, cry, and curse Uncle Arlo.
I don’t hate what he did, I hate his stupidity.
On second thought, I do hate what he did.
But Tuesday was the start of fall,
Grandma and Grandpa are home, well but weak.
Wednesday was the day we buried Aunt Cissy.
It was family only at the graveside ceremony,
And even Uncle Arlo wore a mask.
My dear friend cupitonians at This Labyrinth I Roam offers this uplifting contribution from England.
Despite everything being up in the air this year, with plans having to constantly be impromptu, there are a few things that have anchored me. For me, one of those stabilising forces is nature. I find myself watching deliberately and mindfully as the trees have gone from bare to bright green to this firework hue! In its changing, there has been a constant, and it has been therapeutic. It has been a natural anti-depressant to me, just as surely as a sunset always is. I have learnt to sit with my uncomfortableness at not having any control, and truly enjoy a passing moment. I could write a whole chapter on the fairy-tail characteristics of a fleeting moment. They are so special. I am more grateful than ever this 2020 to have such moments of magic. Just like this moment last week when my favourite mood-booster, madame sunset, decided to shine the spotlight on an autumnal tree. What drama! What wizardry! What peace!
I had trouble choosing a picture to use. My first choice was a shot of my absentee ballot, but then I switched to this one.
There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace – those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures. You can find it in the tuning of the seasons…
from Dune by Frank Herbert
I hope that with this change of season we will once again see the symmetry, elegance, and grace of life. It felt as if summer was going to hang on forever. But then, a few days ago I walked out of the grocery store and could see Autumn rolling in. I’m ready for the change.