Holy moly...it happens every year, and each year I forget just how much I love it. The Summer slowly turns into Autumn, and then, into Winter. This morning was about 50 degrees and sunny. So I open up the car windows, crank up Van Morrison (and the heat) and have my own personal rock concert. As I take each turn on my way to work, I inhale the beauty of the majestic place I call home. There's steam rising from the small chain of ponds and lakes leading to Purity Lake. There are loons calling and flapping about, fish rising, and leaves turning color. And as I sing the words "smell the ocean and feel the sky" I can actually feel the sky- it's refreshing chilliness awakening the parts of my being that have been slumbering in the Summer heat and I'm so energized I hardly know what to do with myself. Why oh why do people rally against the change of seasons and say they hate winter? When I hear those snow guns on King Pine, me, I'll be in heaven.
Although I'll never understand it, I'll always understand that the differences in opinions, skin colors, backgrounds and upbringings, religions and political views, tastes and desires will always be what makes life interesting. Greeting each new experience with an open mind and an open heart allows us to learn to grow and makes us who we are through and through. After all, without the yin there would be no yang.
Shannon
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