I have been silent of late. Much going on but complicated to summarize at the moment. Instead in the spirit of Canadian Thanksgiving in two weeks, I am reflecting...
1. Melancholy at finally acknowledging that beloved family pets are in their sunset years.
2. Being ok with the realization that some friends enter your life for a reason and a season.
3. Savoring every precious minute from an evening with Jawahara and Bijoy spent on a coupe de champagne at the Cafe de la Poste in our Swiss village and then walking across the street to the Cheval Blanc for the best Italian meal this side of Rome.
4. Loving the soul mates in my writers' group despite my lack of meaningful writing.
5. Amazement at my rock solid family in Canada who rise to every challenge and are with me every step of the way.
6. Gratitude for my really really good man.
7. Crisp Fall mornings where sunflowers still bloom madly in sun-drenched pockets of the garden.
8. Mix of melancholy, delight and horror that my 7-year old almost reaches my shoulder, is still afraid to watch Indiana Jones and has discovered the f*** word.
9. The pleasures of a good book: 'Suite Francaise' by Irene Nemirovsky, a horrifying book: 'Raven: The Untold Story of the Rev. Jim Jones and His People' by Tim Reiterman, and a beautifully written but otherwise average book: 'Tinkers' by Paul Harding but who am I to pass judgment on the Pulitzer committee.
10. The dog walking posse in my lovely Swiss village. We are all bonded by our canine attachments and we all get it. No judgment.
11. Running and its' emboldening freedom.
12. Wishing I could be a part of the Rally to Restore Sanity in D.C. on October 30.
13. Flabbergasted at the rise of the Tea Party and wishing that those who are indignant at the thought of government standing between them and their doctor would realize that their insurance company or HMO already stands between them - if they're lucky enough to have one of course.
14. Missing Canada but still embracing all the possibilities.
