I don’t write about not drinking much anymore, partly because my focus is on everyday life. Not that I don’t have an occasional thought about wanting a drink, but just that I know it’s not possible for me without probably overdrinking, so I dimiss that thought quickly.
There is nothing in life that drinking made better. Sure, it was fun at first, but later in life, it became a burden, something that brought more pain than fun. I also found that as my body got older, it did not handle the alcohol well. It affected me much quicker.
So now that my focus is off drinking or not drinking, my focus is on getting outside in nature as often as I can, and to keep moving my body, with walking, yoga and lifting light weights.
I love the four seasons we have in the mid-west. Each one has its unique qualities. I even love the hottest summer and coldest winter days, although I write this living in a house with air-conditioning and heating!
We are in the fall season here, and usually our leaves change vibrant colors. This year, we have sufferend under a severe drought and so they are muted, but still gorgous in my eyes.
After several hikes in the woods around our area, I had a poem pop up in my head. I love it when this happens, but I never know when it will!
Fruits of Fall by Wendy
Colors falling from the sky,
Cascading rainbows of leaves,
Red and oranges hugging tight,
For the sunrise to receive.
Windy sounds of colors,
Crunching yellows and browns,
Whispering sweet goldens,
For the evening skies are found.
I hold fall colors close by me,
And keep them in my heart,
To light a fire that warms me,
When winter’s cold and dark.
With Windy Raindrops,
On Day 2603,
PS – I thank you for your kind words and love on the passing of my mom. Time is helping, and I am feeling more at peace each day.