Thursday, September 20, 2007
Once again,the seasons are changing.
Mother Nature, up here in the Northern Hemisphere, is a tad schizophrenic at the moment.
One minute, she's shaking her booty, stamping her feet, rattling her bones and generally making a bit of a song and dance about the whole process and the next, she's billing and cooing and lulling us all with her gentle humming and sensuous dance. I suspect, like most of us old broads, she doesn't do change and upheaval in a ladylike manner.
For as long as I can remember, September and March are the times of the year when I can be depended on to be totally out of synch with the rest of the planet. Some might argue that this phenomenon is not confined to these 2 months. I don't listen to them.
At the moment, Mother Nature is rattling my spirit.
Most of the time, when I indulge myself in Nature's embrace, I am richly rewarded.
But these days, the trees are growling at me, the, normally, gentle lapping waters are maelstroms of confusion, the murky, grey skies are ominously threatening, even the birds and animals are wary of me. I feel like a stranger in my own skin. Left to my own devices. To sink or swim. To do or die. To rebel or acquiesce. To be or not to be.
"Ah, you're just a bit down, maybe a little bit depressed ....." they opine, knowingly.
I don't think so.
Change is all around us, all of the time. Nothing stays the same, ever.
I like change. Usually.
But, right now, deep within me, something is changing, altering its course, causing my mind and body to throw some pretty severe wobblers.
And, needless to say, the map AND the manual are missing.
Roll on October.