We interrupt the normally scheduled stream of consciousness for a little learning opportunity.
This month begun, September. It used to be the seventh month of a ten-month year on the Roman calendar. The root word actually means “seven”. Back then the year began with March. And then 2,400 years ago, it got bumped forward to 9th, when the Romans decided to begin counting the winter months, too.
Whatever the history, so begins this new month, the sixth month of the COVID period, the pandemic of our lifetime.
And yet even on the midst of this upside down and dangerous time, I look for the silver. Lining, that is.
There’s much to learn this month, some progress to be made, joy to be had. Even as things unravel, and the political season heats up, as our American society struggles and people are dying on the streets, protests sometimes coming unhinged, still, still, STILL, we’ll find our way.
And so seventh or ninth, September: Make it good.
Hmm, that did end up to be a stream of consciousness. Common theme here. Ah well, more GOOD.