Labour Day

     It's a grey cloudy September 1st as I write this post. Traditionally, I hand write an entry in my journal some time on the Labour Day weekend. This year I decided to share my thoughts  on the blog.

   

      Labour Day is, for me, a bittersweet time. It marks the end of the summer season. An end to the long languid days  and a return to the business of preparing for the shorter days and colder nights that lie ahead. Perhaps Summer exists as a kind of sweet dream in our consciousness and Labour Day marks an awakening to the reality that is. If the spirit of Summer is carefree, then the spirit of Autumn could possibly best be described as industrious. Tomorrow we return to the daily grind of school and work and give up days of seemingly limitless length and warmth.

     For children and students, it is the beginning of another school year. Tomorrow they will return to class wearing new clothes that are almost as stiff and crisp as the paper in their newly acquired note books. There will be the excitement of starting fresh while simultaneously renewing the acquaintance of their classmates For the adults in the working world, the dream of a long Summer holiday, if not already enjoyed, has been snatched from us for another year.

    
 If Labour Day signals an awakening from the sweet Summer dream, we should not mourn its passing. For a dream,  once dreamt, always exists, forever archived at the edge of our consciousness.
   
     So ends the Summer of 2014. 

                                        ...more later