I was just thinking about how wonderful Fall is. With all due respect to Christmas, I think Fall has earned claim to the song title, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." The wind makes cheery leaf piles dance. The sun is bright and fully ripened. The air carries the scent of a future snow. Everything is still alive.
Like me and my (literal) cronies, there is no new growth. But death couldn't spell 'nigh' if it had a mouthful of it.
Despite all this talk of "the universe is always listening-in on what you say" there are strong indications that speaking of one's own death really holds no sway with the universe. The universe may be listening-in, but (thank the gods) it is ignoring most of what it hears.
No. It's a man-made comfort to think someone is listening. It's a man-made ego to think someone is listening to him. It's man-made misery to discover the wheel he's been handed steers nothing. But! It is man-made joy to pretend to steer anyway!
Don't believe me? Next time you go on Autopia, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, or Roger Rabbit's Car Toon Spin just sit there. Don't so much as pretend to steer. And by doing so, you will have reclaimed your power...at the expense of your joy.
Think about the joy of the changing seasons. Anticipate the joy in the change of your life path, just around the bend. If you have to, dig joy out from under the dirty fingernails of your worst day ever. And when you're done taking care of that ugly business, grab your little wheel and pretend to steer again! You can follow the signs that say, "Joy & Wonder, this a-way" and avoid the signs that say "Peril & Doom, that a-way" just realize it's quite possible someone has switched the signs.
Prime suspect: The universe.