The climb, the ascent

Good afternoon,
you all,
here's hoping that,
a gorgeous sunny,
Monday afternoon,
here in the beautiful ugly,
finds you,
healthy and happy,
and,
winning,
at the struggle,
that is,
life. 

Been a gorgeous,
Summer,
and,
yesterday,
we saw the first,
signs of Fall.
It was cool,
it was windy,
some people,
hate the end of,
the heat.
I find the cool air,
invigorating.
I find it conducive,
to deep thinking,
to creation.
Maybe it's just me.

I have loved,
my Summer of shorts,
embraced the heat,
and free legs.
But...
I think I am ready for,
Fall,
to move on,
to shake myself,
from my,
resting position.
Hard to do anything but,
rest your mind in,
heat and humidity,
outdoor activities,
BBQ's, picnics,
those work,
but sweating over a,
keyboard, 
not so much.

I for one,
will be glad to,
reintegrate my jeans,
my hoodies,
my boots.

I am having a hard,
time,
deciding,
which direction to take.
Sometimes,
I wonder if life isn't,
a constant climb,
sometimes you find,
a plateau to rest,
sun yourself,
catch you breathe,
other times,
you are perched,
precariously on,
a cliff side,
waiting for the wind,
the rain, the blizzard,
even,
to die down,
for the sun to re-emerge,
and,
allow a safer period,
to continue,
your ascent to the next,
base camp.

Right now,
I am on a plateau,
not lush with vegetation,
think dandelions and nettles,
not asparagus and arugula,
nutritious, filling,
not delicious or satisfying,
but,
making it through,
not just surviving,
but,
growing and gaining strength.

My tweeds and down and boots,
are ready,
for the next series of climbs,
good job,
I am eating healthy and,
doing my cardio.

Up the mountain,
down the hill,
over the creek,
and, through,
the dale,
life is a never ending,
walk, run, hike,
excursion, exploration.
Sometimes steep,
sometimes rambling,
some years are about resting,
some about exhaustion.
A constant journey towards...

I have boots,
I have a jacket and a hat,
up we go

be well, you all

Later girls,
BB





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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

2 thoughts on “The climb, the ascent”

  1. This year I’ll be looking for a new jacket and a new hat and, most definitely, new boots; I’ve been in a valley and it’s settled out a bit more recently, and now I’m looking forward to the climb. It feels good to stretch: enjoy!

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