I have loved September most all of my life because the cooling of summer is what those of us in the desert wait for. The cooling is like a drink of crisp water on the parched tongue. My best writings, perhaps with the exception of today, emerge during the cooling. My best balance hits that sweet spot during the sun's journey to the solstice.
Today, I woke up hating today, but not for the reason most Americans are hating today. I woke up hating today because it memorializes the definitive mark of the end of my union, marriage and more importantly partnership. Many families were severed after the social schism took place. Kind of reminded me of the Berlin wall actually. None of us in my family, Protestant or Muslim, think it was ok what happened in the airplane bombings. But this is a selfish day for me now, and with months of discussion about how we handled the change in tone and freedom after the "change" in foreign policy, I think we are clear, the both of us, that we allowed the social schism to cut all of us apart.
Hindsight tells us we didn't have to succumb to it, but history tells us we did.
I relate to the cooling, even if it sometimes means a little to close of an inward inspection.
ReplyDeleteAs ever, you and your precious G man are in my thoughts and prayers.
There is so much good you bring to this world. You are loved.