For most of our lives, we've managed to ignore the fact that we live on a globe spinning in the infinity of space. The ground is what we care about...the firm, sometimes rocky, icy, muddy ground outside, along with the house to which we are tethered, our investments and retirement plans.
With the fiscal distress now travelling that globe of ours, nothing seems solid any more, and we shouldn't be surprised that neither candidate for President seems able to escape the bump and codswallop of politicalspeak to undertake an attempt at truth.
So what do we fall back on?
Well, we might start with each other and talk about how frightened we feel, how powerless we seem, how many there are occupying this boat heading for we know not what through very choppy waters. (I'm almost through with this metaphorical stuff, and I'm as glad as you are.)
I find nature consoling, and these days Islay the Scotty and I seem to be outside walking a bit more. Our new office location is close to White Bear Lake, and it's a pleasant stroll to the shore, past older homes and then back, pausing briefly at the Civil War Monument with its Union Soldier standing on top looking North.
On today's walk, we came upon a young maple, ablaze with color, and we stopped to admire Mother Nature's handiwork. This weekend, weather permitting, we shall be trying to reclaim a garden gone astray during the time when a bad hip kept my from doing much to maintain it.
This is a time for basics - contemplation, reflection, walks, working in the soil, admiring the journey through autumn, and a wee dram of decent whisky at the end of the day.
Like my parents and grandparents who survived the depression, we, too, will survive, and the best strategy seems to begin by getting a grip one one's self. Do that, and you can cope with the rest of it.
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