Cold Autumn

"It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust

 of cinnamon and brown sugar."

~Sarah Addison Allen

First Frost

I didn't feel like doing any photography yesterday. I just wasn't feeling inspired, so I did some more unpacking... can you believe I haven't finished that yet? It's not that we have that much, in fact after living in our little cottage all those years I managed to accumulate a lot for a small cottage, but not nearly enough for a three bedroom house. LOL. I suppose that is a good thing, but in reality it doesn't matter if you don't unpack what you do own. I guess I can blame my malaise on the circumstances surrounding the move, or the shock of suddenly going from a renter, to a buyer, or even the fact that since we moved in here we haven't gone two consecutive weeks without our television and Internet service being interrupted. I don't know what to say about AT&T Uverse here in Stockton, but for some reason or another my service hasn't worked, and they seem to think it's a huge mystery!

I don't know what is causing the trouble, but the situation isn't helping one little bit, but it's not really the root cause. I guess most of my lack on inspiration this weekend has to do with the horrible mass killing in Paris last Friday. My goodness, how can that not be depressing? I don't understand. I don't understand that situation any more than when a sick mind went into a schoolroom in Connecticut and killed 26 children and adults, just before Christmas a few years ago. But then I also don't understand the lack of common sense laws, that while probably couldn't stop this nonsense, but could be a good place to start educating people on responsible gun ownership. I don't understand the apathy... and I don't understand the refusal of we humans to learn from our mistakes on a national level, an international level and sometimes personal levels as well. 

But enough of all that. If I could have gone out with the camera yesterday, I would have sought the photos you see in this post. These are from my archives, and have never been posted before. They represent the light for me. They are the colors of life in autumn. Alive, Loud, Comforting, Enthusiastic, Harmonious... LIVING OUT LOUD... light. The kind of vibrancy that lifts me up, and can only be found naturally for 12 weeks, or so, out of the year. It's that light I seek the rest of the year, and find often, but it's only really authentic in the middle of autumn. If I could ask God a favor, it would be to let autumn, be autumn, for just a little longer this year. I need to make up for some time I am losing, letting the sadness run too much of my life. Maybe it's a good thing that soon autumn must move on. Balance is a good thing. The seasons are there to remind us that everything happens in it's time. There is a time for every purpose under Heaven.

Silly me.

 It will get better. 

Leaf Of The Day

Sunday, November 15th 2015

Mood: Quiet

~Me

Elvis In The Light

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."

-From A Headstone In Ireland

First of all, thank you for all your wonderful emails, comments and phone calls. Each and every one of you have made the last week so much easier to take. :) A few of you have written some really wonderful tributes to my boy, the links are at the bottom of the page. If I missed anyone, please forgive me. Just send me the link and I will add it on to the list below. :)

This is the last photograph I took of my boy. I took it the morning he passed away. He loved sitting in the early morning sun, as it came through the back door in the kitchen. He hadn't been experiencing much joy in recent days, and getting up to sit in the sun was one of the things he had all but given up on. It was nice to see him enjoying it that morning, and looking at the sun on his beautiful fur was always one of my joys. He was such a handsome cat.

My boy is back home now, in a small little wooden box that I have placed in my cedar chest. It was a good thing to pick him up and bring him home once again. I am better now. I thought it would be more difficult than it was, but actually, in some ways, it made me feel better. Closure I suppose. Anyway I am ok, I miss him, but I am thinking about the million or so memories of the best cat ever, and I am just really glad that we found each other in this life. We will meet again someday.

Rainbow Bridge
Author Unknown


Just this side of Heaven is a placed called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old have been restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...



Karen - Outpost Mavarin "A Good Dog Gets Better; A Great Cats Says Goodbye"

Steven - (sometimes) photoblog "Feline And Furball Friday"

Martha - "Mrs. Claws"

-Carly
"Elvis In The Light"
Berkeley, California
October 8th, 2008
Early Morning