Myself and the athlete are on our usual Saturday walk. We chatter and catch up as we round a bend to the beautiful pedestrianised country road, just five minutes from the house. As this road is framed by beautiful, ancient trees and as no cars pass; the ground is deeply carpeted by a vision of orange and red leaves. We crunch through them; occasionally the chatter stops and we fall into a silent, natural rhythm. This is the pause between the clamour of Halloween and Christmas; a pocket of calm as we dip towards winter. The air is beautifully clear and fresh. A full moon beckons tonight and somehow this one is charged with calming ions and love. As it turns out, the November full moon is indeed a harbinger of clarity and calm. And how we need it. This year has been tough. Not only for me, but several of my peers and beloved friends. There has been loss this year; stress, sorrow and ill health. Good people felled by the unexpected, the undeserved and the unwarranted.
There were times in the last year, when I could not believe my own bad luck and decline. A wise friend quoted the famous line “when in hell, keep going”. At times I was on my knees. But at every step, people reached out and this meant I kept going. And this is how it must be; accepting people on their journey, walking with them, allowing them to share.
As times are bad, so things turn with the seasons. I have to say, quite honestly, this autumn has been one of the happiest of my life. Yes, it was preceded by a tough time and things are by no means perfect, but I am renewed somehow by surviving these difficulties. I feel alive and energised, clear and happy. This autumn and the universe of course has obliged; the mild air, the vibrancy of the leaves and fruits, all of this is naturally in step with the change and the joy.
There were other pockets of happiness. My international peers in the creative realm; writers, bloggers and artists met for brunch in Dublin in October. As well as people travelling from the States, two of our beloved members traveled from the Isle of Skye and the Netherlands. In fact one of the gang traveled over and back in one day. How is that for effort and good intention. We had an amazing reunion.
Lastly, we have a new arrival up on the mountain. A gorgeous puppy, black, tiny and lively. For a person who grew up with dogs; now I am reminded of the joy of the canine companions of my youth. To see my children so excited and engaged, every day since the little fella arrived, my heart is literally skipping.
The moral is, if anyone of the readers and the friends are struggling, know this. The old saying, “the lowest ebb is before the turn of the tide” is true. You will emerge stronger, happier, with more clarity than ever. For any of you in this dark time, also know this, you are always welcome to Zany Mountain. We’ll wait for you while you are going through it, and we will be there when you come out the other side.
And that’s a promise.
Til next time,