It happens. You know, when what you plan or say or do doesn’t turn out, is fumbled or jumbled? It happens. What to do? Learn from and if possible, laugh at (my own) human folly, I suppose, then move on…
While there’s been some of that since my previous blog post (human folly, no escaping it), the title of this post is a reference to a series of oral surgeries that has had me looking (and feeling) like I have literally fallen on my face (hence, the pause in the blog and for those who know me, my continued absence from most social interaction). Is there a “falling on my face” emoji? If not, maybe there should be. I’m sure I’m not the only one who would use it.
Pictured above is a prime location for a face plant, for sure. I took the photo at the Santa Barbara Botanical Garden and thankfully, I have no face-planting incidents to report. That said, I was there at a time (in 2019) when circumstances had turned my life upside down (no escaping those, from time to time, either). More than once, timing and circumstance have put me on a path to Santa Barbara as a place for a brief sojourn.
I haven’t seen a lot of California (only San Francisco, San Diego and Santa Barbara), but I enjoyed Santa Barbara the most (and can recommend it), albeit to relax and reflect, rather than for adventuring in a city.
So … although falling on my face is something I try to avoid, when it happens, well … here is to finding seeds and semi-precious stones in the dirt, while my face is planted in it …
a few words ... from Montréal 