By Olivene Godfrey
NEW YEAR REALLY BEGINS IN FALL....
A beautiful song speaks of as how our lives grow shorter so it seems the days too grow shorter. And, the seasons swiftly roll by. The days are still hot but already there is hint of autumn in the air. And, it seems like only yesterday we watched with awe the rebirth of spring.
I have heard people remark that perhaps Labor Day should be the first day of the year. For most of us that last summer holiday weekend marks the end of one year and the beginning of a new year. The children are back in school and the tempo of our lives quickens with many fall activities.
Perhaps more than at the first of the year, the traditional New Year's holidays, we stop to consider what our own personal harvest is, and then the age-old promise to ourselves that next year will be better and more productive.
While we're busier in the fall, there's still time to savor the peace and serenity this season brings to us and to enjoy the scenery the master artist paints for us during this beautiful time of year here in the north Georgia mountains.
Now, I know it's possible to feel nostalgic about yesterday. But usually we think of nostalgia as being a part of other autumns. As I thought back this week, I remembered all that had happened in not only my personal world but in the whole universe the past 20 years. How did the time go by so quickly?
Looking back it seemed the years had clicked by as they used to show the passage of time in movies, with a flick of calendar pages.
"But the days grow shorter when we reach September...."
That realization could cause us to panic, to increase the tempo of the rat-race most of us are already too much involved with anyway.
Wise ones have told us that it's best to live each day as it comes and to grow old gracefully. I try to live each day as it comes but gracefully? I don't know. I think I may be an eccentric, ornery old lady who will be in that rat-race fighting right up until the end. I have read that a study of older persons showed that the more aggressive and ornery live longer than more gentle and passive ones. If that theory is correct, it knocks a hole in the growing old gracefully bit and gives me some hope.
NEW YEAR REALLY BEGINS IN FALL....
A beautiful song speaks of as how our lives grow shorter so it seems the days too grow shorter. And, the seasons swiftly roll by. The days are still hot but already there is hint of autumn in the air. And, it seems like only yesterday we watched with awe the rebirth of spring.
I have heard people remark that perhaps Labor Day should be the first day of the year. For most of us that last summer holiday weekend marks the end of one year and the beginning of a new year. The children are back in school and the tempo of our lives quickens with many fall activities.
Perhaps more than at the first of the year, the traditional New Year's holidays, we stop to consider what our own personal harvest is, and then the age-old promise to ourselves that next year will be better and more productive.
While we're busier in the fall, there's still time to savor the peace and serenity this season brings to us and to enjoy the scenery the master artist paints for us during this beautiful time of year here in the north Georgia mountains.
Now, I know it's possible to feel nostalgic about yesterday. But usually we think of nostalgia as being a part of other autumns. As I thought back this week, I remembered all that had happened in not only my personal world but in the whole universe the past 20 years. How did the time go by so quickly?
Looking back it seemed the years had clicked by as they used to show the passage of time in movies, with a flick of calendar pages.
"But the days grow shorter when we reach September...."
That realization could cause us to panic, to increase the tempo of the rat-race most of us are already too much involved with anyway.
Wise ones have told us that it's best to live each day as it comes and to grow old gracefully. I try to live each day as it comes but gracefully? I don't know. I think I may be an eccentric, ornery old lady who will be in that rat-race fighting right up until the end. I have read that a study of older persons showed that the more aggressive and ornery live longer than more gentle and passive ones. If that theory is correct, it knocks a hole in the growing old gracefully bit and gives me some hope.
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