These are the lyrics sung by Queen in the song ‘The Night Comes Down’ on their self-titled first album.
And I can’t help but think of these lyrics when looking out at the sky tonight.
The sky, which came darker, earlier. I can’t lie and tell you I’m jumping for joy over the thought of reduced daylight hours, colder days and cooler nights, shivering as I head outside instead of relaxing in overabundant warmth.
But the older I get, the more I am coming to appreciate all of the seasons.
The last 6 months have been crazy. We’ve gone from a covid world, to attempting a life back to ‘normal’ following super-tight restrictions.
We all went a bit crazy. We’ve tried to cram in as much as we can, as much outside/social/happening time as we can, because you know, you just don’t know.
We don’t know what is in store for us. In life, and in covid.
And so the last 6 months, which have honestly been horrific-ly long at times, while also being stunningly beautiful, well I won’t mind to see the back of as daylight fades a bit.
I am feeling up for some mellower days. Staying in. Watching Netflix. Board games. Reality TV. Shopping where I’m not sad to be missing out on the outdoors. Catch-ups with family and friends, sitting around the table and sharing our woes, our laughter.
There is a season for every moment. I am coming to appreciate the different aspects of each, instead of only holding on stubbornly to Summer.
Every season brings with it something beautiful. It’s up to each of us individually, to find out what that ‘something’ is.
At first I really wanted to bring baby girl along with me.
But the coronavirus restrictions imposing a guest limit, turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Of course the thought of her being there beside me made me happy. It was a bridal shower. It was a girls girls girls afternoon out, with pretty and dainty cakes, various tones of mauve and blush, and a beautiful entry into the delicate, finer and charming things in life.
But like I’d said. Restrictions on numbers meant adults only.
Days leading up to the event, it dawned on me.
Hell yeah! I deserved a beautiful afternoon out where I could relax and enjoy, indulging in some fine food, gorgeous company and pretty surroundings.
Sans child. Without the usual –
“Put that down!”
“Don’t touch the cake, it’s not time yet!”
“Keep your voice down!”
“For the love of God, stop!”
And so I did. I had a beautiful afternoon as expected. It was relaxed and leisurely, sunny and funny, and perfect for a Sunday in December.
Turns out I wasn’t the only one who had a great day.
Hubbie and baby girl ended up having a Daddy-Daughter day.
Like I said, blessing in disguise, for us ALL.
Because they don’t get a lot of time, just them two, together. It’s usually baby girl and I, and a couple of days a week it’s all 3 of us…
So today was kinda special. 😍
They did grocery shopping. They bought my Chrissie pressie… and kept the secret to themselves.
She scrapped her knee running, and cried. He picked her up, put Dettol on her wounds, and bandaged them up.
She talked and talked and talked. She told him things, he listened. He admired how much she’s grown.
How much she is growing up each and every day.
And this evening, as I watched her apply the brand new lip balm that her Dad had bought her, on him NO LESS, well I got a little emotional.
It still feels like covid days, because the 25kms hasn’t been lifted, and everyone we know is OUTSIDE of those 25kms.
We’ve grown accustomed to this over 7 months now, haven’t we?
I was relaxing, trawling through facebook when I saw some quotes that floored me. One floored me in a ‘WOW’ way, whereas the other, less a quote, was more a silly dream, that made me LOL and LOL.
Let me share.
“Worry is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do but never gets you anywhere.” – Erma Bombeck.
Like, WOW. Wow and wow. I shared with Hubbie and we just sat there, taking it in, thinking how a rocking chair is the most perfect metaphor for worry.
I love how quotes make us see everyday things in a whole new different light.
Then, something hilarious. Relating to what a lot of the world is focused on right now, the outcome of the US Presidential Election:
“what if at the end of this tv show the red and blue states melt together and the country turns purple and prince emerges and says “im the king now” and goes into 4 yr long version of purple reign.” – Ron Gallo on Twitter.
OMG! I loved it! That would be such a more preferable outcome, don’t you think?
I remembered other quotes that made me think. Made me feel. Made me see the world differently. I actually collect the ones that make me think twice, and I re-write them in a journal.
Here’s some more that I want to share, that I came across recently from an old stash I found around the house:
“If you’re going through hell, keep going.” – Winston Churchill.
“Take chances. When rowing forward, the boat may rock.” – Chinese proverb.
This quote is from the other day, from my daily calendar:
“Fortune favors the brave.” – Virgil.
An oldie but a goodie. I find it interesting how I come across quotes, often ones I know, but they are presented to me at exactly the time I need them… At exactly the time I need to hear them.
Finally, a quote I came across in August. Actually, there are two really important ones, but I’ll save the second one for another time.
Since I saw this, I’ve left it in the kitchen, so that I can look at it often, remind myself of its intention, and imbed in me a sense of courage I didn’t think I had.
“You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” Eleanor Roosevelt.
These words have gone around and around in my head. Almost like a whisper. I had the strongest sense that I was meant to see it the day it came up in the calendar, and despite the obvious fear inherent at the prospect of doing what you think you cannot do, I feel it is SO TRUE.
Something, you cannot do. You absolutely can’t.
Or maybe it’s, you won’t.
But… you MUST do it.
And that my friends, is even more powerful than 4 years of Prince taking over the US.
(For myself and half the state today, it seemed 🙄…)
Now, it’s not the earliest beach visit we’ve ever made post-cold weather. In 2017 we got there mid-October, which I consider a feat with all of those freezing cold Spring mornings.
But 2017 didn’t have covid either.
EVERYONE was at the beach today. We also popped down, chilled for a couple of hours, dipped our toes in the not-yet-warm, icy waters, and just breathed.
It felt like we were on holiday time.
There was the beach visit.
We were all home.
It was warm, hot.
Hubbie had 2 days off IN A ROW, that is cause for celebration!
(I had to keep reminding myself that baby girl goes to school tomorrow!)
It seriously felt like we were on extended holiday. And it made it all the more sweeter, because we were home.
This is why we moved. To get more of this. The last few months have been challenging to say the least, and I have more obstacles to overcome, and more hurdles to jump ’til I can say I am finally there.
But today gave me a taste of the beautiful life that is to come.