Sometimes we find ourselves face down in the dirt, wondering how we got there. No great mystery to this — if you have to ask . . .
Sometimes it rains when we are in this position. No need to be offended — it isn’t personal . . .
Rise, friends. Stand and stretch out those stiff muscles, for the day has begun. The leaves are splattered green and gold, and the acorns are not as plentiful this year. It is not cold, but the slightest drop in temperature causes a shiver that has nothing to do with the season. The days are getting shorter and there is so much still undone, so much predation at the edges of our sight. What can we do but go forward, knowing we shall fall again?
Despair? Screw that. Let us act like happy warriors and scatter joy in our wake.