This Saturday past was my 57th birthday, which, coincidentally, was the year I was born. Falling this close to the end of the year/beginning of next has left me rather retrospective. Isn't it peculiar how from time to time as we age we reflect on where we've been and decide on where we're going. Out with the old/in with the new, so to speak.There was a time in my past when I considered myself to be the "Queen of Swords" (back when I read tarot cards). I chose her because her description read something along the lines of "a Woman of Sorrow Who is Powerless to Change". A good description of the loveless marriage I believed myself to be stuck in.
The last two years have given me a lot of time to watch, listen, think and plan. To that end, I've made a conscious decision to enjoy the present in spite of the past. I believe anything is possible as long as I stay true to myself.... Much like the fool.
But enough about me. . .
Can you believe this was taken today on Christmas eve? This is off one of the local dirt roads. You can see where animals, probably deer, have been bedding down in the goldenrod. Although there was rain and fog in the morning, it stopped long enough for Bandit and I to get some fresh air and exercise. Normally at this time of year the woods are full of snow, much like it was for Thanksgiving last month.
