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From: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>Subject: Storm 6Date: October 16, 2020 at 1:51:36 PM EDTTo: Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
EPISODE 142 THOUGHTS ON A STORMY DAY…WE ALL HAVE THEM
alan skeoch
Oct. 2020
While we are still enjoying the beauty of Ontario in October, we all know
what is coming. November…
OCTOBER 16, 2020, MY BIRTHDAY CLICKS BY FROM SECONDS TO MINUTES TO HOURS
So easy to mourn the loss of spring and summer. So hard to welcome the late fall and coming winter.
The storm clouds are already gathering. But let’s not get our underwear in a twist.
It is so easy to look at storm clouds and then transfer them metaphorically into
the concrete tough times in our lives. So easy to get depressed by what is coming…climate change,
Covid 19, the U.S. election and lots more.
Let’s not do that. Those storm clouds I have tried to capture are quite beautiful…even
readable if you want. Like the cloud below where i see a shepherd comforting his
sheep. (He seems male but who knows ?)
I continuously marvel at our living world. This envelope of oxygen, CO2
and Nitrogen that is just in the right balance for us to thrive. I am not sure
the universe holds many such places as ours. It is a treasure.
And on stormy days coffee tastes better and crawling out of a hot bath tub into
a warm bed has to be savoured. Especially if it is accompanied by the pitter patter
of raindrops on the windows and the wind sweeping leaves from the maple trees
so they can go to sleep as well.
Lucky we live in a place with changing seasons. Not all humans have that good
fortune. And I will grant you that not all humans want seasonal change. We
just bought a thousand dollars worth of snow tires for our van in the belief those
rubber treads will keep us safe. We know there is a down side coming…but the
winter winds…the snow and the ice…can be quite stunning. As you may see
if I manage to keep these Episodes coming.
“Alan, you could at least help with the dishes.”
“Very true, I could.”
“Well…”
“Just give me a second or two to get this story arranged.”
Marjorie, like most women, is a multi-talker. I can only do one
task at a time as she seems to have noticed. I wonder how many
Marjories there are in this world. I hope lots.
“Marjorie, how does rain happen?”
“Oh, Alan….”
“No, I am serious. How does rain happen?
We are made mostly of water. And water has a way of circling around from sky
to earth to ocean and back to sky again…then coming down in raindrops to start the circle
all over again. Without water we are nothing. With water we are really something
very unusual.
And just as Marjorie and I drove home the sun burst through and lit
up the highway with a rainbow.
Stormy days are not bad at all. Contrasts with the golden days. All is good.
We are home.
alan skeoch
Oct. 16, 2020
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