I know it's a point that's been made

...and maybe I keep coming back to it because it reflects my mood. Trying to find the joy while feeling done and defeated.

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Wintering

It was just the other day, it seems, that Natalie was here exclaiming over the beautiful fall foliage; already the season has changed.

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The absolute last

...of the backyard harvest.

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New leaf

The school where I work opened a new health and fitness facility this year; long overdue, and magnificent. All of us in the adult community were offered the opportunity to request keys, and to use the building at our convenience at no cost. No barriers, at all, to getting some exercise back in my life. So in mid-September I started going, 3 mornings a week (with just a few exceptions). I leave the house at 5:15 -- basically just rolling out of bed, putting on my workout stuff, and grabbing the bag packed the night before with everything I need. The key is that night before preparation, and kind of just getting going before I have a chance to think about it. I'm not sure yet if it's *habit,* and I don't know what will happen once winter comes and the early morning roads are treacherous, but it's definitely a part of my story of this last half of the year.

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Always watching the sky

We planned and craned out necks and watched, evenings and very early mornings, to see the extraordinary moon. So full and powerfully bright and cheery and glorious; it's always worthwhile to keep an eye on what's happening in the sky. Something about the endless cycles of nature, the power of things that continue on no matter what happens, is deeply reassuring.


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Home

Seems more precious now.

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Out in the world

Looking for the good.


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Feeling broken...

...but still have to do the work.

Here's what I'd like to ask of you, you who are looking at this. My blog stats tell me, amazingly (and perhaps incorrectly?) that somewhere between 60 and 80 people look at each post. My friend Natalie is my stalwart comment-leaver, and I treasure her for that (and so much more!). But, here's what I am asking of you: have you read this? Say something. Take 30 seconds to comment, to say something, to show that you're here, to connect. Please?

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Red sky at morning

I don't know how I did it. I don't know how I managed to get up and get on with my day today, given how hopeless and gutted I feel. Take warning, indeed.  I didn't think I'd be posting here anymore -- I didn't see the point in much of anything anymore. But as I post this, a few days after the fact, I reach for some hope in action, in not giving up, in fighting whatever evils need to be fought. Not taking it as *normal,* not expecting a different person to lead from the one who was, incomprehensibly, elected.

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An accidental photo, with the ground beneath me giving way, seems right for today. Trying to find hope.

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Darkness falls

The time change means that it's already dark, nighttime, when I get home from work; already counting the days until the light returns.

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Sundaying

Luxury of a lazy morning at home, ready to watch Liverpool, Dean upstairs still sleeping (best weekend surprise!), and letting a chilly morning slide by out the big windows.

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Up late in Boston

In a part of town I haven't passed through in years, delighted to see that some things have in fact not changed.

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Champions of the World

Now I can celebrate out loud!

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That moment...

...all by myself in front of the tv, up much much too late on a weeknight, surrounded by friends and family online, quietly gasping tears of joy. Is it real? I believe that it is somehow actually real -- the impossible is true.

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