May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
-Irish Blessing

Friday, August 26, 2011


Days are getting shorter and I don't need a calendar to figure this out. September is knocking on the door but I am stumbling in darkness. Literally. I already miss the dog days of summer when getting up at or before 6 am to exercise meant opening my eyes to find a trail of sunlight creeping down the hallway towards my bedroom. Now I climb out of bed not knowing what time of night or morning it is and whether I should even be awake. Most of the time I am intuitive enough to realize that if my husband is not beside me in bed that I should be awake or awake soon (I gave up alarm clocks when I gave up my career, intrusive little buggers they are!).

Morning is silence and darkness. It is not clouds or the threat of rain. It is the sun just not being up yet plain and simple. An immovable force like so many I have faced in the last year. There is no amount of pleading, bargaining or praying which will raise that sun one minute before its intended time to rise. I'm still looking for a bright side to this one.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Mandy.
    I hate when the days get shorter and before you know it its fall back time or summer days hit the pillow before your ready. Cheer up girl, been thinking about you.



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