Are you not feeling well? I’m wondering if you’re going through “the change” offering an unsettling summer and surprising autumn. And how ’bout the Nor’easter that cancelled St. Patty’s Day parades earlier this year?
Was it night sweats or hot flashes that made our summer uncharacteristically rainy and humid? Or when you swooshed 81 degree night air through my moon roof late September, and 70 degree temps on Manhattan’s sidewalks the first week of November that plummeted to 20 degrees only days later?
Generations debated your behavior for over 200 years and I’m just as perplexed. Legions of soft leaves fell to the ground this summer amidst dizzying dog day temps. Itchy allergy season never ceased. Cucumber plants still loaded with blossoms in October bore no fruit, and tomatoes waited til autumn to ripen this year. Harvest was askew. Were you tired and sleeping late?
I understand if anxiety and depression are over-shadowing your concentration. It’s heartbreaking to watch people cast you aside like a battered wife while others honor and try to protect you. Perhaps your irritability is simply fighting back the only way you know how — launching hurricanes, earthquakes, fires and floods, one right after the other.
It may comfort you to know your panic attacks are gaining attention. A recent Washington Post-ABC News poll reported that weather tragedies recruited more believers in climate change.
Contemplating the paradox of pink roses with fallen pine needles and burgundy hardy mums, I wonder if you’ve misplaced your date book…are the changing seasons of my homeland lost with your youth — and mine?
Decades ago, I grew up with four distinctive seasons. Spring was spring; flowers bloomed, birds chirped, lighter coats replaced heavy wool. Summer felt hot; fans whirred and fireflies dotted nighttime skies. Walking on crunchy leaves in crisp autumn mornings transformed to warming hands around glowing bonfires. Winter’s beauty was in its starkness and alluring silence from newly fallen snow. Those were my reliable seasons until your mood swings took control. If you’re going to go through “the change,” do you think you could relax into year-round, sunny blue skies and 70 degree temps?
Are you observing changes in your own environment, like erratic temperatures this year? What do you think is happening with Mother Nature?
At five years old, my birthday was my favorite time of year. In my young adult dating years, Valentine’s Day ranked #1. Christmas anticipation didn’t last long as my dysfunctional family of origin turned a Norman Rockwell holiday into one of chaos, anger and disappointment. No fun. For years, I dreaded winter holidays when stores began displaying Christmas decorations in September. If I could only jump to January 2nd. What happened to living in the moment — for merchants, or for me?
As I’ve become more spiritual, Thanksgiving moved into top position for favorite holiday. I prefer the lower key ambience and taking more time to reflect deeply on the people who have given special meaning to my life — a simple kindness, a confidante’, an excellent health care provider…
But this year, things changed. It occurred to me that many of our holidays have been virtual holidays, perhaps the precursor to the internet’s fake news. After all, no one knows for sure if Christ’s birthday was December 25th. Valentine’s Day is just as mysterious. And Thanksgiving — well what am I giving thanks for if my ancestors came to America, killed the Native American Indians then stole their homeland only to destroy it? That reality sickens me.
I’ve long felt that Thanksgiving was the more solemn of holidays but now more deeply understand why. No more “celebrating” fakeholidays for me. Expressing gratitude on any arbitrary day, and as many days as possible throughout the year are my days of thanks giving. Now that’s something real, and worth celebrating.
There’s a traditional Native American Seneca greeting I love any time of the year: Na:weh Skennio
It means Thank you for being! For all that you do and for who you are, I thank you for being.– Jamie Sams in The Fabric of the Future
And that makes any day of the year a real holiday in my heart.
Dr. Perry’s post on “Steps to Overcome Technology Addiction” confirms the feelings I’ve had about technology for a long time. It is sadly deteriorating society, our peace, and our minds. I wonder how this will affect the elderly when the tech generation rules. How much empathy and compassion will be shown? Will that be nonexistent like good manners?
More and more businesses and government herd people to the internet. Blind “followers” are too willing to give up their personal information and freedoms. I wonder what these techie minds will do when their computers are hacked. Will they know how to think and problem solve on their own? Seeing how people stumble into traffic while looking at their phones is a telltale sign. People barely know their street address or phone number anymore.
Many times I’d like to disconnect from e-mail as it robs me of precious time where I could be enjoying more fulfilling activities and interactions. As previously shared, I’ve consciously chosen to avoid most social media for these and the reasons stated in the post. Reading it reaffirms that my decisions have been worthy. I hope reblogging it will help someone before they fall hopelessly into the black hole of disassociating with living real life. I must continually uphold my values for connecting with humans and nature. That is what brings me serenity and joy — not a nerve-wracking bell tieing me to a device even if it is only a PC.
Still, I don’t want to fall so far behind that I can no longer function in a technological world. Trying to balance technology working for me without becoming enslaved to it is a constant struggle. I use a landline and answering machine. It works fine. I don’t answer my pay as you go cell phone because it’s only for emergencies. When someone looks at me as not being “with it” then is distracted answering their cell phone or text, I wonder “who is the one not with it?” For a split second I may be tempted to fall into the traps of technology, but my go-to motto saves me: “Don’t jump in if you don’t want to jump out.”