Wisdom came softly

And Wisdom came softly . . .

Robert Frost’s “My November Guest,” writes:

“The desolate, deserted trees,

The faded, earth, the heavy sky,

The beauties she so truly sees,

She thinks I have no eye for these,

And vexes me for reasons why.”

   November in Salado, a month when we prepare for the Holidays and silently say, “thank you for lawns that need no mowing, a time-change that brings about family meals, a favorite television show, a good book, some long-awaited conversation, or just a time to fire-stare without feeling guilt.

   November, when we honor Veterans and silently worry about our country’s challenges with a nagging intuition of more Purple Hearts and Gold Star families to come.  And, with those thoughts; we hold our children closer and say more often, “I love you.”

   November, when we look at star-filled skies and say “thank you for unexplained beauty,” and awake to a golden, breath-taking sunrise.  For rain and cold that remind us the seasons come-and-go on schedule.

    November, when we gather for a family Thanksgiving or work on a serving line at a highway rest-stop offering free Thanksgiving meals to weary travelers; when we count blessings for what we have and forget the negativism that destroys mind and soul.

    November, when we reflect over the year and say, “It wasn’t so bad after-all.  The construction did not destroy us; our neighborhoods more beautiful than ever; our friends more cherished; our way-of-life still intact.  I may not have gotten my way; or may not have made as much money as I wanted; or may not be as healthy as desired; but money is not every thing; health is most important; and nothing is greater than family and friends.

And, with the November guest, Wisdom came softly.  Happy November.