Weathering Storms
Monday, March 9, 2009
Believe it or not, this is a color photo. We do get some grey days here, and Saturday was. As I type this, there is a cold, golden glow filtered by more stormy, grey (a shocker) clouds. Gusty winds have been blowing squalls of rain, hail and snow off the water all day today between respites of blue sky, and I don't think it's over yet. Nor is the winter.
Many of you have called, emailed and stopped me out & about to ask if I'm okay. Thank you so much. It is winter--not just as in "the weather" and as in "the economic climate," but as in days of soul-searching and decision-making. I have figuratively been on this cliff, with stormy squalls between me and a barely discernable horizon.
When I left Saturday, it was to try to clear my head. There were weeks and weeks of muddling over every scenario and possibility, and then a solution appeared. And then it was pulled away, then put back, then pulled again. The go/stop wears on one. Is it the right thing? Is it delayed for a reason, i.e. to make me re-consider? And the valuable days keep dropping away. So I thought I would get some fresh air. Ahhhh...
Meeting up with various friends at different places along my totally random route shook me out of my own little sphere of anguish. Lost jobs, closing a business, a routine doctor's visit turning into three months of chemo. This is a tough winter for everyone, and, I, as always, feel fortunate in perspective and ashamed at my self-absorption. I stopped to breathe at this overlook on my way home.
In Celtic tradition, winter (Samhain) is the beginning of the year, as midnight is the beginning of a new day. Winter storms change our landscapes, and we move through the grey. There's a solution, a friend, a surety of spring, a beam of sunlight pushing through the clouds.
Believe it or not, this is a color photo. We do get some grey days here, and Saturday was. As I type this, there is a cold, golden glow filtered by more stormy, grey (a shocker) clouds. Gusty winds have been blowing squalls of rain, hail and snow off the water all day today between respites of blue sky, and I don't think it's over yet. Nor is the winter.
Many of you have called, emailed and stopped me out & about to ask if I'm okay. Thank you so much. It is winter--not just as in "the weather" and as in "the economic climate," but as in days of soul-searching and decision-making. I have figuratively been on this cliff, with stormy squalls between me and a barely discernable horizon.
When I left Saturday, it was to try to clear my head. There were weeks and weeks of muddling over every scenario and possibility, and then a solution appeared. And then it was pulled away, then put back, then pulled again. The go/stop wears on one. Is it the right thing? Is it delayed for a reason, i.e. to make me re-consider? And the valuable days keep dropping away. So I thought I would get some fresh air. Ahhhh...
Meeting up with various friends at different places along my totally random route shook me out of my own little sphere of anguish. Lost jobs, closing a business, a routine doctor's visit turning into three months of chemo. This is a tough winter for everyone, and, I, as always, feel fortunate in perspective and ashamed at my self-absorption. I stopped to breathe at this overlook on my way home.
In Celtic tradition, winter (Samhain) is the beginning of the year, as midnight is the beginning of a new day. Winter storms change our landscapes, and we move through the grey. There's a solution, a friend, a surety of spring, a beam of sunlight pushing through the clouds.
Kathy and Dana (Minneapolis and Tolavana) are thinking of you, and all that faces you today. We know that the best is yet to come. We will see you in a few weeks when we are back.
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