A friend borrowed this idea from a friend and I will pass the theme on right here. My three words of summer? Let me reflect. Waiting, caring, reading? Or maybe, worrying, healing, reading? Or walking, reading, hoping. Always reading, always hoping, always walking.
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| Resting during one of our last walks together |
Reading. I love how the private act of reading becomes a portal to worlds beyond. Books are my preferred tools of engagement with ideas and other worlds. I read to understand both myself and those around me. Books give me hope.
Hoping. It’s been a strange summer. Even sunny days in July were overcast with grey, ash-filled clouds from northern wild fires. Dark clouds hovered in my family, too, as a dear family member struggles with mental health issues. But hope brightens even the darkest moments.
Summer morphed into fall with some chilly, near-zero overnight temperatures. Today I’ll spread our dog’s ashes in the places we used to walk. I’ll shift the remainders of my summer reading list over onto my fall reading pile, and I’ll continue to hope for light … even as days shorten and darkness falls earlier and earlier.
Ominous clouds hover everywhere. What stormy times we live in. Take time to walk, to read, and to hope.
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| Downtown Winnipeg in smoky haze |
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