The snow elves, whoever they might be, are looking after me. I got stuck in the driveway this morning, but since I’m home, there was someone to help me out.
How can I make use of the benefits of the abundance of silence, solitude and simplicity of my cottage days to deal with the physical and emotional strains of all this snow? If I feel sorry for myself, I’d better feel the same for all the millions of others around the country in a similar, and yes, worse predicament. And what about the innocent people in Egypt, or….. or….; you pick the disaster.
When I look at my kitchen window, ice-covered on the outside, water-dripping on the inside, I think of that long-time practice of counting to ten, taking a couple of deep breaths, and acting with assurance. Sometimes that all the silence we get.
How can I make use of the benefits of the abundance of silence, solitude and simplicity of my cottage days to deal with the physical and emotional strains of all this snow? If I feel sorry for myself, I’d better feel the same for all the millions of others around the country in a similar, and yes, worse predicament. And what about the innocent people in Egypt, or….. or….; you pick the disaster.
When I look at my kitchen window, ice-covered on the outside, water-dripping on the inside, I think of that long-time practice of counting to ten, taking a couple of deep breaths, and acting with assurance. Sometimes that all the silence we get.