Happy New Year from my winter place to yours! I write this on a very cold late afternoon under grey, pondering skies. Outside, the juncos are making prints in the new snow on my deck. I seemed to have evoked the spirit of Change by sending out that last Musing, and she is delighted to have found me. I’m not so sure the sentiment is mutual.
Change is an old, wrinkled nymph if you can conjure such a paradoxical image. She is dressed in gypsy clothes because she is a constant wanderer, visiting here and there and everywhere. Her hair is long and gray, but her eyes sparkle with child-like mischief and just the softest glimmer of compassion. She says, “Susan, Blackie’s passing will not be done with so soon. The changes her leave taking initiated are not through. Stop fretting and shaking your head at me! This is just the way it is.”
It all began with the death of Blackie, our dog, who left behind Hannah, our remaining canine. Read the rest of this entry »