Sky, a high grey dome. Fall in Oregon.

 Leaves and rain on the lawn. The norm for months to come.

Flannel sheets on the bed and an extra blanket. We wear sweaters and long pants. Spend more time by the fireplace.

The onset of winter brings on meditation, reflection. Time to consider and evaluate. A state of mind not an event. Standing and staring its manifestation.

Our Central Oregon trip was cut short. The burden of hauling my breathing equipment from place to place quickly became too much. Doing without it was not an option. We opted for a more breathable, lower altitude…sea level. We came home.

My son-in-law is a college professor. He had a student who came to see him, upset that she had received a “C” on a paper rather than the “A” she had expected. “Dr. Stevens” she complained. “This can’t be the correct score. I am an “A” student. I am not a “C” student.” Christopher looked at the paper, looked at her, returned the paper and said, “today you are.”

Changes in our reality and the understanding of our abilities can come abruptly. I live at sea level now. Oxygen concentrators, batteries, cannulas and cables are part of my being. They set parameters, define my boundaries, put me in handicapped seating, make embarrassing noise at concerts.

Ultimately, it is what it is. I push the boundaries where I can, resent them when they bind me.

Blessings

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