September 3rd seems almost as much a time of reflection as January 1st. This past eventful summer, full of heat, fires and drought, travel, out of town guests and weddings, has worn me out. Could I actually be anticipating fall and winter with joy? I have never looked forward to winter in Colorado before, even though I'm a native. I'm not a skier, though I've tried. Cold chills me to the bone and I don't warm up until June. And I'd rather do anything than drive in the snow. Because this summer was one of the hottest on record and we have no air conditioning, I feel I've accomplished nothing. I can't think when it's hot! I can't quilt or paint or knit. Or even write, which is what I love most. No ideas cross my mind, no clever phrases brush my brain, not a single light bulb moment.
So today my desire was to at least clean up the files on my iPad, I came across this picture from our trip to Moab in May. It's The Three Gossips in Arches National Park. They look like I've felt...unmoving, unknowing, turned at last to stone. Then I looked down at the first entry at the bottom of the message column and the date is 12/31/69. What? We didn't have a computer in '69, let alone an iPad that hadn't been invented. My son would have been 7 days old and now he's 42. After the date, it reads: No Sender, No Subject, No Content. Ahhhh. Just as I've felt this summer, but where did that message come from? I wanted to show it to my husband when he came upstairs, and it was gone! Where did it go? I don't make these things up, I'm not smart enough for that. A total mystery.
Well, Julie, the point of my 'skittery' message is that I'm still scattered. And possibly losing my mind, since the message from no one, that had no subject or content is gone. I can only pray that the cooler weather that surely will come soon will once more melt my mind of stone, and words will flow as once they did. (At least, I have more hope than The Gossips!) Judy