Gratitude 2020 – Day 9

Today my gratitude is for the change in the weather. The reflectiveness of the fall season, where our city is bathed in leaves and cool air.

Fall leaves in Sacramento

The coolness and sometimes chill of Fall make it easy to think. We move faster outdoors. We do things faster, to generate heat.

Fall is also suggestive of the beginning of holidays (holy-days) and gatherings. Ritual and tradition. Feasting and celebration.

Although, again, 2020 doesn’t look like last year, it still deserves celebration to note the passing of the year. Perhaps even more so. 

This year has been challenging and for many of us, there have been losses. 

No better reason to stop for a moment and raise a glass to the year of experience, good, bad, and massive growth. That’s how I am going to look at it.

2020 has been a year chock-full of experience. I am better for it. And now I truly understand how precious many things are that were put aside this year.

I’m thankful to be here to note these things. Thankful for decent health in my familial circle. Thankful for continued employment. All these things are good. Grateful.

Are you superstitious?

It’s Friday the 13th, again, in 2020, with crows.

Any film buff will tell you that Friday the 13th is not an auspicious day for college students—or women in general. There’s a whole load of horror films on the topic.

On the other hand, ask any Wiccan and they might say Friday the 13th is actually a holy day, for a number of reasons.

And just lately, we’ve been adopted by two crows. Every time I leave the house to go for a walk, there are a pair of crows on the lawn in front. I’ve not been quick enough to capture them by photo, but they are definitely new neighbors. We didn’t have crows before, well, yesterday.

These fellow are distant relatives of my new neighbor crows.

As to the day being portentous, I think of Friday the 13th as definitely a significant day this year. Friday the 13th, for my town, was when my local area started making huge plans to shut things down, cancel large events, and initiate some closure procedures for the anticipated COVID-19 onslaught.

Hard to believe we’ve been on quarantine/restrictive procedures for eight months now. It’s uncertain when the new normal will become tolerable.

But, back to the crows.

I remember a saying from when I was a kid. I had to look it up. The significance of crows showing up and roosting at your home has a long history. People have written poems about it. I include a graphic below. At least it isn’t only one crow. (One for sorrow.) I was pleased that there were two.

Maybe this Friday the 13th is a bookend for a bookshelf of days that were littered with delays, fearmongering, illness, and business failures.

I’m ready for the COVID story to end. Looking forward with some hope.

Those two crows were a sign. Two crows for joy. I’ll take it, however I can.

I hope wherever you are, you’re getting ready to experience joy. I hope it lands on your roof, and enters your home.

Be blessed, all.

Sending you joy.

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