It is midwinter/Yule here in the understorey of the world. While the northern hemisphere sweats through the longest day of the year, we here rug up and endure the shortest day of the year.
It is a time of giving thanks to the gods. My mother’s dog 🐕 who is really beautiful and gentle was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer the other day, seeing her in her middle age with her life being cut short is tragic. Yet it reminded me how short all of our lives are. She is a good girl and it’s heartbreaking for me to see her in such pain.
Mum will be getting the vet to amputate her leg. This will get rid of the pain for her and the cancer and hopefully prolong her life. Ultimately it is not about us though, it is about her and what she needs.
Anyway, the midwinter sun came out today at Victoria Markets and everyone seemed to be out and about in the city. There are stories of business closures written in the empty ‘For Lease’ signs in the windows, the battle scarring of Covid. I can’t help but see people’s desperation to sell things to me as well. I might be being ripped off in some cases, but at least for the time being anyway, I feel only compassion for people, as I know very well what it feels like to have no more than a few coins to rub together and to be on the knife edge.
I am truly grateful that I find myself in a much better position financially as an adult than when I was younger and that gratefulness I will try to never lose sight of.
The sun shining like this and my mum’s dog made me realize the fleeting beauty of life and the fluttering of all of our hearts, may we always be grateful they remain beating and that we can smile towards whatever the future holds for us: tragedy, happiness, sadness, excitement, deprivation, wealth….the full smorgasbord of life.