I am taking a little pre-birthday time-out.
It is easy to get overwhelmed in calls to actions, FOMO, grass-is-greener and doomsday thinking with the barrage of headlines and ensuing social media reactions.
My Atlas of World History confirms that territorialism began when land ownership started in 9000 BC. As Billy Joel sings, we didn’t start the fire. The mid-eighties were full of songs about the End of the World, and When the Wind Blows still flashes in my head on occasion.
So I go to the lake to stare at the horizon and ponder the tides going in and out.
Hopefully the skyline will remain for a bit.
It is lovely to be a tourist in my hometown. I rarely visit Bennison’s, so strolling there is worthy of a treat for here and one to go.
There is a private park with little reading nooks that is open to the public part of the day.
Shimmying at the beach is a lovely way to start the day in summer.
I love the Brothers K baristas and used up the last bit of my gift card for this gorgeous creation.
A moth hung out by the basement as I was doing laundry.
Flowers are blooming so gorgeously.
I recite the Desiderata in my head when things seem too depressing.
Then I ponder the bravery of Sophie Scholl, Anne Frank, Miep Gies and Corrie Ten Boom.
The Little Prince has left a reminder by the lake as well.
The upcoming solar eclipse is supposed to be auspicious, and I sincerely hope it will bring with it goodwill and peace.
But for now, I will reflect on all the agitation of the world in silence, and hope that my plans for my next year aren’t too frivolous for this time in history.
After all, my town can sometimes seem like I’m in wonderland, so anything can happen!
See you sometime next week.