It’s Sunday morning, rainy, grey and cool. It is August the 5th and I can feel it in my bones even before I got up. I’m one of those weather vanes that can feel the changes of the moving calendar. There’s this icky sense in my body and my mind…a feeling of dread and doom. I accept this as part of me and rise to greet the day.
I’m thinking as I’m writing. We should have accepted our friends’ invitation for beer and sitting around the fire pit last night when the weather was nice. Should have, could have, but we didn’t so here’s hoping it will be nice tonight. And that is the thing. There is no undoing a decision once it is done. It is what it is. And maybe even if the weather is cool tonight, we will enjoy the fire pit more. There is always another side of everything but you cannot go down two different paths at the same time.
Sometimes in your life, you just have to stop and pause and stall…and smell the flowers along the path. You might not come along this way again. And so I have, even though it is through the paths in my photo album of our camping trip last month. It is filled with wild flowers at Brightsand Lake Regional Park.