Captain's Log - Goodness

I hate that it’s dark at six in the morning. And that it’s getting chilly. And I hate complainers. 

The cold makes me cranky and a quick check at the weather confirms it’s only 51 degrees and I should buck up. We’ve got a long way to go.

Actually, these beautiful fall days have been just sublime. The rabbit brush is blooming across my yard and yesterday when it rained, between the rain, the rabbit brush, and the sage, it’s hard to think of anything on earth better than that smell. And the sunset off the porch, with the whole world lit with that soft, golden light – the chickens and the peacocks mulling around getting ready to settle in for the night. 

“All is right with the world, and my joy is at its zenith.”

In spite of all that, it’s been another rough week in the world. The president of our church died at 101 years old, a madman burned a church after he shot it up, a beautiful former student was killed on his motorcycle, and one of our Fallon Post family lost their 15-year-old son in a horrible accident while they watched him do what he loved best. 

It would be easy to get down in the trenches of despair and wallow in grief and misery, but watching our friends celebrate their sweet boy, generously share all their lovely memories of him, see the community come to their aid and support them, restores a sense of the kind and hopeful. 

We are surrounded in this community by so much goodness.

Times like these allow us to reflect and ponder and refocus on the things that really matter. This time of year is the same – we can look back on the year so far and see how much we’ve accomplished, regather ourselves as we go into winter and wrap things up while we settle in to enjoy the holidays. Just one big turn of the world before we get ready to do it all again. 

So while we enjoy this beautiful time of year and appreciate where we live and those we love, we’ll always be right here…

…Keeping you Posted.

Rach