Fall is a bittersweet season. There is both beauty and death in its eye-delighting colours and monochromatic landscapes.
A dear friend died this week, after a long and awful illness. I am glad she is at peace and I grieve her absence.
I have been here before and know that my feelings will vacillate between all-consuming leaden blue sorrow and sparks of uninvited joy at being alive. It is glorious to breath in the crisp autumn air, to feel the swing of my arms, to hear the life-affirming murmur of my friends talking as we walk.
I choose to treat this joy as a celebration of the people, here and gone, that I love and care about.
I will end by sharing some of my friend’s final wise advice to us all:
• Be kind to each other.
• Look after those who can’t look after themselves.
• Be generous.
• Love yourself.
• Eat ice cream.
Keep walking the distance (either actually or metaphorically for those with injuries), my friends, and give yourselves a big hug from me.
A reminder that next week is the last week at High Park and then we move back to our beloved cemetery.