Autumn tones and vibrancy are fading on the leaves of the trees. For me, the beauty still remains, within the branches, and the absence of brightness.
Within the muted tones and bareness, life is bursting with diverse ecosystems that we cannot see.
Variations of orange still flourish within the cold temperatures, hiding tiny, living creatures within branches. Even the bare branches hold life forms.
As I finished walking, haze began to set in, hovering over the dried brush and foliage. The visual looked a bit surreal, especially due to the muted colors. Dryness still exists alongside the river, as strange as that might sound.
I finished reading A Thousand Mornings, by Mary Oliver. As always, her poetry touches me, especially when writing about nature.
I am about to begin reading The Murmur of Bees, by Sofia Segovia. I began reading it when it was published in April of 2019, but didn’t finish it due to some life events. The story line looks to be relevant to today’s issues.
I am began reading The Book of Two Ways, by Jodie Picoult. I am a fan of her work. This book is intriguing, so far, and I am enjoying it.
For those who celebrate Thanksgiving, enjoy your holiday, stay healthy, stay safe.
There are many overpasses and underpasses on our journey through life. I see them both as opposite sides of the spectrum.
Underpasses can often hold us back, preventing us from moving forward. We are often stuck in some past frame of time, or move through life in a state of emotional repression. Unpleasant challenges hold us back.
I view overpasses as letting us transport ourselves through welcomed, and even unwelcomed destinations. The upside lends strength, and enables us to function, focus, and freely take hold of negative issues. We are more able to conquer those aspects of our lives.
Overpasses, to me, are the positive aspects of mental, emotional, and introspective life.
We are better able to overcome the displeasing challenges before us, scheduled and unscheduled moments, through overpasses.
Life’s overpasses move us through time, with positive outlooks on life.
Autumn leaves literally came and went, in a flash, recently, with heavy winds blowing the leaves off of the trees within a few days.
This is a portion of a tree in front of my daughter’s house. The leaves had started to fall, when I took these three photographs.
A couple of days later, there were barely any leaves left on the tree. Such is life in a windy, blustery environment. Autumn was joyous while its colors illuminated their presence in the trees. Even the leaves in the yards, and on the street, and ground, held their own beauty.
I have always loved the quote below, by George Eliot. It speaks to me, and if I could, I would travel the world, seeking autumn’s beauty and wonderment.
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
It has been a very trying, stressful week. I cannot articulate how the past few days affected me. So much has occurred, not including the election in the United States, which has been played out, worldwide. That, alone, has been difficult enough.
According to CNN, “The United States has passed 10 million coronavirus cases, according to Johns Hopkins University’s tally.
There have been at least 10,018,278 cases of Covid-19 in the US and at least 237,742 people have died.”
Those figures are unfathomable, to me.
We lost an amazing human being. Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks died November 7, 2020. He was a man of morals, a teacher, a husband, a father, a sage for all humanity, regardless of religion, or no religion. He was the Emeritus Chief Rabbi, formerly the Chief Rabbi of the United Hebrew Congregations of the Commonwealth.
There can never be enough prose to accurately encompass his life. For now, I will simply say, that I am extremely saddened.
On November 9th and 10th, 1938, Kristallnacht (an intense series of attacks on Jews fostered by the Nazi party paramilitary) became known as the “Night of Broken Glass”. The glass storefronts of the Jewish-owned businesses were totally shattered, by both the paramilitary and by local citizens. The interior of Fasanenstrasse Synagogue in Berlin was destroyed, along with so many other structures.
“The Tower of Faces” is so profound. Each time I have seen it, I am left speechless, filled with awe and deep respect for Yaffa Eliach’s tremendous efforts in creating the memorial. The photographs speak wonders of the individuals, times gone by, a collective history, moments in living, lives lost due to hatred.
One cannot walk through the immense exhibit without it affecting them intensely.
The photograph below, is Copyrighted by the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.
Alex Trebek, the Emcee of Jeopardy!, the consummate gentleman, the man with a dry sense of humor, the kind, caring man, died on November 8, 2020. I have watched the game show since its first came on the airwaves. My children watched it with me, as they were growing up, and my grandchildren, my daughter’s children, watch it at home, with my daughter and son-in-law, and at my house, when they visit.
He was loved by millions. He worked until October 29, 2020, and there will be episodes filmed through December.