tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032376069218624542.post444851419815906811..comments2023-09-17T15:44:55.446-04:00Comments on My Wandering Mind: Drat! It's Coming Again!Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18285427147723972295noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032376069218624542.post-33653414097145593132013-09-20T00:25:15.180-04:002013-09-20T00:25:15.180-04:00What a lovely response. Thank you Elin. Really, t...What a lovely response. Thank you Elin. Really, thank you.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285427147723972295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032376069218624542.post-32595877417525532542013-09-19T23:51:21.796-04:002013-09-19T23:51:21.796-04:00Jo, We all have peaks and valleys, I find it refre...Jo, We all have peaks and valleys, I find it refreshing that you chose to share your feelings, after all sometimes it's the tough stuff that wakes us up to the good...and being with your sadness, really feeling it, IMHO, allows it to pass. <br />Growing up in New England my mom always planted bulbs in the fall, she used to say it was a way of planting the promise of springs future arrival. Then came the Narcissus and Amaryllis...all symbols that we have the ability to create beauty wherever we are.<br />Elin Stebbins Waldalhttp://beyondthebackyardblues.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032376069218624542.post-18118423837895938342013-09-19T19:29:31.323-04:002013-09-19T19:29:31.323-04:00All excellent points. I would embrace that whole p...All excellent points. I would embrace that whole picture except my mom is 2 miles from me and I am her "person" so to speak. Leaving over the holidays or moving to the sun, which I would love to do, will have to wait. She doesn't share my love of southern living.<br /><br />I am happy you have found your way. :-)<br />Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285427147723972295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032376069218624542.post-85750367628197462162013-09-19T17:18:15.164-04:002013-09-19T17:18:15.164-04:00Old age is a privilege denied to many. We moved to...Old age is a privilege denied to many. We moved to central Florida three years ago and enjoy the holidays and sunny weather there. The kids are grown married and have new holiday connections we feel awkward attending. Now there is time to read, swim and its finally okay to enjoy that third glass of wine.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15492076460468459859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032376069218624542.post-8795600401269079072013-09-19T16:22:54.674-04:002013-09-19T16:22:54.674-04:00You are exactly right, Chloe. If I allow the sadne...You are exactly right, Chloe. If I allow the sadness to take over, I do in fact miss the beauty and the moments. Most days I win the battle, but a dark and dreary day will often over-take my senses and leave me pretty much out of gas. Just sort of wallowing, if you will. I do not like myself or my life on those days and I really work hard avoiding them. They do come, however.<br /><br />Thanks for understanding and sharing your own sadness of fall. It's a mental condition and I refuse medication for it because whatever my life is, I want to be IN it rather than looking at it.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285427147723972295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032376069218624542.post-30669088158894556892013-09-19T16:04:19.741-04:002013-09-19T16:04:19.741-04:00Oh Jo! I totally get the feelings about fall. Whil...Oh Jo! I totally get the feelings about fall. While everyone else is excited about the sweaters and boots and colors of fall, all I see is winter coming. I'm really working hard this year to have a different mindset. I'm trying to see the colors and instead of letting myself feel sad, I try to look at the beauty and remember that springtime will come again.<br /><br />But it isn't easy. Aging is hard. And sad. Because, like fall, there is so much loss to it. My fear is that in my sadness over the coming losses I don't miss the beauty there is in the now.<br /><br />Chloe Jeffreyshttp://chloeofthemountain.comnoreply@blogger.com