Diary: Snow note books and visits:

~~The first ‘winter’ snow arrives and I note the interaction with my notebooks and make various visits.~~

This is what happens when you change the clock’s time! You give nature a jolt and makes you wake up in winter time! Our fall was nice and mild though lasting until Halloween night, so we were treated well. Not like last year, when the trees did not even have time to let go of their leaves, before the first snow was upon them.

Later coffee with Jack and some postponed shopping at DJ’s. I am now three weeks away from my Sunday talk and have to get started on fleshing it out. This past week I did complete the cataloguing of my notebook collection using the Excel spread sheet.

I also hand listed all the entry dates and topics (21) in my little ‘Schenk’ note book, which covers the time from 1998 Dec 28 to 2003 Oct 25. This is the span of time that starts with my retirement and closes with my return to Calgary after four years to and fro between Canada and Holland.

For example in the entry of 1998 July 19 I ask how things are to come to some kind of resolution, while in the entry dated 2003 Oct 13 I note 'My past has been healed.'

Thanks to reading in some of those entries, I am now more determined to bring focus to and formulate my message as I see that. ‘Time has come’, was the feeling that this note reading gave me. For example in the entry of 1998 July 19 I ask how things are to come to some kind of resolution, while in the entry dated 2003 Oct 13 I note “My past has been healed.”

The large notebooks record much of what happened in between, but this little Schenk one records some significant markers along the way. I feel I need to add an entry in it for my current position in this process, because my ‘Threshold’ talk is such a ‘marker time’ for me right now.

Last Friday I met with the free fall writing group at Alexandra, which is a fine ‘talking circle’ as Gloria Steinem calls that in chapter two of her new book ‘My Life on the Road’. Such talking circles are probably the root of our democratic processes, such as these occur the world over.

On Saturday John and Annie came my way for a coffee at Good Earth and a book exchange for Annie, a belated consequence of my birthday gift to her. She likes the graphic novels more than the atlas I gave her first. She found her ‘novel’ and I kept the very graphic style Atlas!