So we finally decided to go looking for a Motorcycle that could take me and my wife on very long trips for our vacation this year. My enduro, a Honda Transalp, is an awesome bike that can take me anywhere, but with the Mrs. and a huge load of luggage, no, I don’t think so. We were looking at many bikes in the Touring segment and one spring afternoon I found her – “Scarlet” – a 18 year old Goldwing 1500 Aspencade. And what a Blast! I never knew that riding could be THAT much fun. It’s SMOOTH and that low noise makes it a pleasure to drive hour after hour after hour after hour.
Silence may be golden, but so is the symphony of nature. Sitting here at my desk, I can hear the birds chirping to one another. We have a variety of nests around and they are filled with either eggs or babies. The adult birds are talking to each other or cooing to their little ones. It is delightful.
June, this is the month where the first three weeks contain the longest days of the year. Then, just as we flip into the summer season, those days start getting shorter. Yet, during this time of year, we go full out packing as much activity into every minute as we can. As summer progresses, we won’t even notice the sun setting a bit earlier each day and perhaps rising a minute or two later.
May has the fewest letters of any month in our calendar, yet it is packed with activity. We have weddings, graduations, Mother’s Day and of course, the unofficial start of summer on Memorial Day. Farmer’s Markets are opening, garage sales are springing up like dandelions and folks are airing out their cabins and cottages for the coming vacation season. People take advantage of the sunshine to beautify the house and garden and if they own a boat, they are preparing it to take to the launch for some lazy days floating on the water. If you have nothing to do in the month of May, you aren’t paying attention.
I love me some April. We turn the corner from winter to spring and that means fresh, green and new all around. I can see the buds on the cherry tree in the front yard, wanting to burst forth and I know that one of these mornings, I will be greeted with the glory of nature’s joy!
Do you have voicemail on your phone? Do you see that calls come in and think to yourself, “Yeah, I’ll get around to returning that call, one of these days” then, you get to the end of the week, month, or year and you never got around to it?
December! The very mention of the word can strike fear into the hearts and minds of millions. Why? Because people dread having to see the end to a year in which they promised to accomplish all those things that they said they’d accomplish all those years past. Fiddle sticks, I say! December is getting a bad rap and I believe it’s about time we give December a break.
As a child, in our home, November always brought great excitement. There was a great holiday feast, for which to prepare. On Thanksgiving Day, itself, downtown Detroit, held their magnificent Santa parade to welcome the jolly elf to our fair City. There were floats and music, balloons and lots of excited children there with their fathers while their mothers stayed home to start the dinner. We’d shiver in our winter togs, holding steaming cups of hot chocolate and feeling our little faces freeze bright red. It only got better when we would put up our Christmas tree, the day after Thanksgiving! Ah yes, December may be the month of Christmas but for us, November was the start of it all!
Sitting here looking out my window, got me to pondering about how much things change and how little things change. The leaves are changing, it’s autumn now. Autumn, like all the other seasons, is a wonderful time of year. It represents yet another transition and yet it is similar to every other autumn. Seasons flow from one to another, like water.
October has such a warm energy. The leaves on many of our trees turn from familiar shades of green to a rainbow of blazing red hues. Apple cider mills are active selling jugs of pressed, sweet liquid, donuts and pumpkins. And don’t forget the hay rides. We wrap ourselves in thicker clothing not only when we go outside but inside our homes, in the hopes of staving off the inevitable need to crank on the furnace.
On August 30, 2017, Louise L. Hay made her transition from the physical world into spirit. To many, this will mean nothing, for some, this will take their breath away as they saw Louise a guru. For me, this is bittersweet news as I believe Louise Hay lived as there was no such thing as death; death of the spirit that is. The only thing that could harm our spiritual selves, would be ourselves. She found that by using love to bolster our energy, we could free our spirits to soar! So, the woman who shared the story of her embattled physical existence though her writings, most notably, You Can Heal Your Life, carries on her enthusiastic work unencumbered by a physical body.
The “magic” of summer is upon us! Here, in the month of August, people are engaging in all sorts of outdoor activities such as picnics, water sports and that great, American past time, baseball. They are truly appreciating the opportunity to be “one” with their joys.