Season Of Our Discontent

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  1. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    What is it about November
    that blocks Hope from our vision
    and slowly releases our grip
    on what little sanity we have left?

    Is it the coming of cabin-fever?
    The reduction of sunlight?
    The germs and isolation
    that reduce our social life to phone calls and cards?

    What is it about November
    that makes us dread the coming of
    the Happy Holiday season
    and the proximity of Family?


    When I was a child, Christmas was everything:
    relatives, the smell of the tree, the anticipation.
    Now it's just another trip around the sun,
    aging me another year all too quickly -
    mortality accelerated to a dizzying degree.

    What is it about November?
    I hate the approach of the cold and wet,
    and no longer delight in sledding
    and soggy mittens and snow suits -
    echoes of a pleasant past, long gone.

    What is it about November?
    It's the March of Time, pushing me along
    a path I'd rather not be on.
    It's all the regrets of all the things
    the Holidays no longer bring...

    I hope I can survive til Spring.


    least
     
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  2. {{Least}}

    ! (!)

    When you get your words back, you *really* get them back (that's a vast compliment, even though I myself am personally lost...)

    {{FAL1}}
     
  3. Just had to read those words again and comment one more time - they strike such a deep chord in me. Ilusions dead, or were they *illusions*? Or loss of light...

    {FAL1}
     
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  4. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Loss of light - ALL kinds of light, can do damage. Thanks for rereading. It's changed again, hasn't it? I'm never satisfied and tinker endlessly. Sorry. Just a work in progress, as am I.:wink:

    love,

    least


    ParentTeacher conferences were NOT pleasant. Stopped at my favorite bar (only go to one) and had TWO ginandtonics to ease the parental pain. If I didn't feel so woozy I'd feel like writing something - but I'm not Lentil Illness who writes her head off, and wonderfully so, when she's drunk.:eek:hmy: I only get worse.:rolleyes:
     
  5. Lentil Illness has it down to a fine science. I don't know if you got my email, but I tend to self-medicate, myself. Sometimes the only way I can write. I don't now how it is for you - you tend to 'numb' then? Not me. They say it's poison, but it keeps me alive.... *sigh*
    Irony is thick in my life

    FAL1
     
  6. I HATE November, month of melancoly
     
  7. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    awesome! :D
     
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