Leaves Falling

I got disheartened; no one much reads the blog and that makes me feel like a mad woman shouting things at a bus stop. Indeed on occasion I am gripped by the desire to shout at the bus stop mostly; “How much of my life have I spent waiting for bloody buses?” and other stuff like that.

With it being a New Year; I thought I should be disheartened no longer, take on the advice of my friend “If you build it they will come” and just keep going and shouting.

Until this morning I had no idea what I was going to blog about; perhaps I would discuss the book I’ve finished reading, maybe dissect how edgy I feel about mindfulness or even just go with the New Year’s resolutions thing. I might put together my own reflection of the past year, narrow it down to December, in particular this past two week holiday; one of the wettest warmest Decembers ever in the history of weather, one in which there seemed to be tragedy after tragedy.

A Christmas period during which, people in this country, in this day and age, in these sophisticated hi-tech modern day times, were actually flooded out of their homes; with water. We haven’t worked out what to do about heavy rainfall and raising rivers (I’m going to say it again): In This Day and Age! Those poor people.

There was that tragic accident at The Costa coffee shop, Christmas Eve wasn’t it? And that man, who drowned in Cornwall, on New Year’s Day; trying to save his dog. The list goes on you only need to read the news to see that a lot of people died, in various tragic ways.

This morning we got a phone call from my father-in-law, my husband’s grandmother had passed away last night. She was very old, no one expected her to go on forever, no one does do they? Half an hour later I got a phone call from my mum; my uncle’s partner died in the early hours of the morning, she had been ill for a long time and now her suffering was over.

Who wants to read about people dying? It seems wrong to ignore it though, it wouldn’t be right to blog about, for example; my cooking successes and failures not today, no this death thing is, an all too frequent event, met with “How awful” and “I’m so sorry.” Because what else can you say?

I’d like to be able to turn this around, to say something about the cycle of life or put together one of those inspirational quotes that appear on photographs of sunsets, but I just keep thinking about the trees; the landscape changes about them, new roads, mended pavements, different people passing by and every autumn the leaves fall.

Yes, you say here is the metaphor; the tree comes back to life in the summer. Maybe, but we can’t stop the leaves falling can we?