This year, September has widely been met with a feeling of what can only be described as, well....DISBELIEF.
Disbelief - for the most part - that the year’s descent has begun before we even really registered it’s beginning.
This downward trajectory towards Christmas (sorry!) - earmarked by Strictly Come Dancing adverts and the mass dusting off of thermostats - is only really so incomprehensible, because of sheer lack of tangible evidence to show for the 9 months of 2020.
Reflecting on this inevitable shift into (almost) autumn, and the unfathomable feeling of having bypassed spring and summer, is bound to trigger some level of disappointment.
After all, this was the year we had no choice but to sit back and spectate as life (much like this river) was carried by the impetus of its own unfolding.
Nobody is really sure what to make of it all yet, or whether some lasting good will prevail, but it has been a hard-hitting reminder the vicissitudes of life can scarcely be avoided.
All we can do, really, is trust in the power of persistence (and maybe tea) to help chip, chip away at these much maligned rocks and hard places, until such point as we find our flow once again...and a calm normality can resume!
“A river cuts through rock, not because of its power, but because of its persistence.” —James N. Watkins