The stratus clouds hover over the sky line from horizon to
horizon, in a mousy unrelenting grey as the unseasonably warm winter southerly
wind tumbles through the bare skeleton of the trees. Evidence of rain with muddy puddles over
water soaked autumn soil. It is quieter
this time of year. Only the occasional
tweet of the winter brown sparrow flitting by.
The pace is slackened as well. No
plants to pick or weed. No vegetables to
harvest. No succulent juicy berries dangling on the canes or bushes. The fields
are mowed and soggy. The strawberries, garlic and tulips are covered in their
golden blanket of oat straw. Only the
thin green leaves of the lavender give hint for the longing of winter’s
premature end.
But winter has not yet arrived. It rains instead.
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And I am unfocused.
The possibilities, the potentials, the pressing urgency of
mindless chores and tasks. They all blur
my resolve and direction. And I rock
back and forth, back and forth, with the creak of the chair marking time,
unsure how to proceed. Paralyzed in
thought and emotion and seemingly in will. No desire to move, to accomplish, or to
complete anything. The disheveled dirty pots and pans climb the counter tops
spilling to the stove top. Books strewn
in piles. Wrapping paper leaning in corners
while the smooth rhythmic glow of the Christmas lights flicker on.
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“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why are you disturbed within
me?” (Psalm 43:5)
Today's Journey Joys: buttery chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven, crunchy pea pods in coconut aminos, peppermint flavored coffee, a new dress, school break days with the children.