Sometime last night, we changed back over from Daylight Saving Time to Standard Time.
In Canada, it is a well-researched fact that no one can explain the genesis behind why the time change in the first place. I think we adopted Daylight Saving Time in years gone by to get an extra hour of daylight through the growing season so that farmers would have more light to get more things done. Not convinced that was fair.
On the other hand, perhaps it was for patio goers at waterfront pubs throughout the country would have more daylight into the evening in the summer months. I suspect it’s this.
Regardless, the change last night gives everyone an extra hour of sleep today. Unfortunately now, the sun starts very early, like at 5:00pm. today for example. Yes, the long dark winter is slowly creeping up upon us. like a freezing dank fog inching across an English moor.
This post isn’t about that.
It would be a massive understatement to state my lack of writing and overall creativity has been at a motivational low point over the past year or so. It’s been way lower than that.
Now, having said that, not all avenues of creativity have been trampled by my overall and continued empty motivation tank farm. I will be the first to admit though, I am nowhere near being a pencil sketch/watercolor artist that could convince or pressure anyone into forking over cold hard cash to pick up a piece to hang on their wall.
But, I do find great comfort and a sense of “zen”(not sure that’s the word I want..but it will work for the time being) in drawing and painting. And not to reach around and pat myself on the back in case I pull something, I will confess I have gotten much better over the past 15 months or so.
Where are you going with this then?
Again, a great question.
The picture above is of Lynn, just as we were starting a hike along the Bruce Trail on the west side of the Beaver Valley about a week ago. A lovely, albeit wet and muddy cut grass path along the yop of the old Talisman Ski Resort.
The keyword that keeps popping out in that last sentence is “path.”
Without going into a ton of over-examination and counseling office analysis, it feels like I’m not on a path of any sort. If by some strange coincidence I am on some random path, I can confidently say, it is definitely a path I don’t want to be on.
Not sure, we’ve made it to the point of this yet. Perhaps, there isn’t even a point to the entire post.
But, assuming that there should be a point or direction….let’s make it this.
I’m pushing myself to find a path. What the path is or looks like I have no concrete concept or idea of. All I know is it needs to be a path. My path.
When you’re lost in the woods, finding a path can be a godsend. It means that others have been here before. In fact, people may have been on the path just a few minutes ago or it may have been weeks ago for that matter. Nevertheless, it does now provide you with some sense that there is a direction to follow.
So, there you have it. I’m trying to “pick a lane” on which to travel. A lane that I feel my life needs to be on, at least in this moment of time.
Might there be a need to change lanes in the future? I suspect so. In fact, I would assume so.
But for now, the hard work is simply “picking a lane.”
–as always with love–
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