Fall Days &Giving Thanks

Hello everyone,

here in Canada,

it is Thanksgiving weekend.

Three days off!

Thanksgiving has never been,

a big deal in my family,

not that we lacked in,

thanks and gratitude,

it just wasn’t a big thing.

I love the Fall,

the colours,

the cooler days,

flannels, sweaters,

boots, caps.

I love the wind,

the crisp air.

I love snuggling,

under a blanket or by the fire.

I love taking classes,

concentrating on creativity.

I love that my thoughts seem,

less foggy in the cool air.

The other day,

I was brushing my teeth,

looking in the mirror,

and it dawned on me,

my hair is no longer,

graying it is grey,

I have droopy eyelids,

small lines around my mouth,

I am no longer young.

I am not old,

not by a longshot,


the signs are there.

I don’t mind,

it is who I am,

the grey hair,

is a product of living,

of loving,

of genes and heredity,

the fine lines are from,

laughing, talking and smoking.

The last was a destructive behaviour, but, I really enjoyed it, mostly.

My grey hair, my wrinkles,

my scars and blemishes,

tell you a lot about,

the story of who I am,

as Brandi Carlisle would sing, look it up if you don’t know it, an amazing song!

It tells you the joy,

the pain,

the stress,

the fun,

the love,

it tells you,

the grief,

the memories.

I am so thankful for,

my life,

my home,

my job,

my faith,

my doubt,

so grateful,

for a chubby orange cat,

for the best friend a person could have,

and for a woman,

who makes me laugh,

who laughs at my jokes,

and loves me,

exactly how I need to be loved.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Later girls,


Author: Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid 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

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