These days you will hear people talk of needing ‘space’, in times gone by maybe it was ‘time to reflect’ and going back further maybe we’d call it what it was ‘ sadness’.
Sitting and hearing the booming guns of the hunters in the fields and woods gives the very mildest impression of what it might have been like in the trenches, excepting that the noise I hear is not constant and not as loud, but it does give anyone with the mildest interest in history pause.
Mr Cedric’s here chewing on a stick and I’m a bit fluey but the sun is shining and the autumnal winds are blowing cool and strong. So much so that they’re blowing the walnuts off the tree which gives us both a bit of a start as they bang into the ground.
Then you find yourself thinking of everyone who isn’t with you to enjoy these days. Parents, brothers or sisters, children who should have had the time that you are inhabiting. It’s easy to think of life as unfair, maybe it is but it’s the only one we have and perhaps the best memorial to anyone is that you try to live your life as best as you can.
The pull of memory is never going to be that far away. Sadness is a part of living and perhaps a necessary part of what it is to be a balanced human being so maybe just accept it when it comes to you, no need to embrace it just acknowledge it like any other passing friend, use it if you’re inclined but try not to wallow or let it turn into despair.
Mr Cedric and I are going to play fetch in a minute, he likes it and I like seeing him running around and getting under my feet. Undoubtedly he’ll run over my asparagus bed and I won’t really mind. I’ll remember everybody I need too even those I never knew and I’ll give sadness the nod it deserves.
But only a nod.
Ruby&Ruch 