The Winter of Life

The leaves of fall have grew to become to rainbows and long past their separate ways because the pallor of wintry weather has settled in. there may be a fresh crispness inside the air. My cup of steaming coffee blends well with the vapor that lazily floats up from the lake. I stretch my legs up and onto the deck's railing and lean returned in my rocking chair to absorb iciness's sun. The chatter of snow geese invades my awareness. it is been stated that they take care of each other. If one is unwell, others come to its resource. i ponder what the sick one feels. clearly now not a feel of loneliness. No, i'm not going to speak approximately loneliness. properly, maybe a bit. I think, like the ducks, loneliness has a consort. I call it worry. but what's fear? it is a response to a perceived hazard-emotional and or bodily. perhaps it is a fear of the unknown, of what tomorrow will or won't be.

in reality, there are times i am frightened of not being located if I die and i'm on my own. be aware it is not a fear of loss of life. I guess I simply don't need the decay of my bodily self to stink up the place. worry of now not being determined if I fall and injure myself. fear of waking up and having not anything to do, nowhere to head. worry of no longer having a motive or cause for my life. this is real worry! not being of cost.

the fear of now not having a reason, a motive for dwelling is so very seen in neighborhood eateries in which folks pass for his or her breakfast. They exist and that is about all. there's a loss of vitality. They do not even appear to savour the food they're ingesting and that they slightly grunt as the waiter brings the espresso pot around for a refill. some are reading a newspaper or a paperback. You ever see them flip the page? maximum likely not. it's a camouflage. A camouflage so no person can see the emptiness of their eyes.

So at almost 80-5 what cause for dwelling do i have? I no longer educate, and as a healer, my customers are few and far between. A woman, my age, lately discovered that Face ebook gave her a life. I cringed. Do I actually need to understand what a person, half of-manner round the arena, had for their dinner? Or that they have been "blessed" with a 6th grandchild? The argument over the value of the net runs from indifference to necessary. some claiming it segregates circle of relatives lifestyles even as others claim it brings people collectively. whatever the case, it presents an outlet for my writing.

And therein lies a cause. Writing. Writing to stimulate others, to assignment their wondering, and to provide a sense of empathy. To allow them to recognise they may be no longer alone. perhaps it just to allow the sector recognise I deliver a rattling!


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