Wednesday, February 24, 2010
It has been a quiet kind of winter outdoors. The sounds of everything were muted by multiple snows. On the inside, things were less quiet as the kids moved from shrieks of glee over the snow, to bickering over toys and movies, to out right fighting and wails of frustration as activity after activity has been cancelled.
The frustration even further within has been mounting, as deadlines approach, plans are put on hold or need to be rearranged, and the dead dull of winter has pervaded my soul. It seems as if many people are feeling the same angst, with the job markets remaining down, the weather snarling every day life, and sad news coming across the wire with daily repetition.
I haven't been blogging or reading blogs as I should, but some times it's better to hold silence, rather than let the negative feelings run amok. As we prepare to move into March, I hope the coming change of seasons will have a brightening effect on us all. Soon the snow will have drip-drip-dripped away, and the rivulets of water will knock on roots and bulbs, awakening them to the warming sun. The dark clouds of winter will begin to be pushed back by rays of warmth and hope.
So here's my hope: that spring, like water, will knock on our roots and remind us to reach to the sun. It was always there, waiting for the right moment in our lives to bring us back to life.