About the middle of December, I boldly announced I was taking a break from blogging and would be back after the holidays. Obviously, I wasn’t. Unless we count Groundhog Day as part of the holidays in which case, I’m a little early. So is the sunshine and warmth in this part of the country while in the Northeast, there are mounds of blizzard.
But since I’m here, no doubt I’ll see the sun and thereby the forecast is for six more weeks of winter. Well, fine.
The groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, is the little furry clump in the arms of the man just to the left of the man reading the proclamation. I wonder just what sort of fellow would hold a fat groundhog.
I’ve been holding onto sanity.
Christmas was nice. Quiet. Just the two of us, laughing and building fires in the grate. And doesn’t that sound romantic. It was. After Christmas, we drove up to the farm to our little house on the prairie for a week of quiet, METV and DVD movies, and some writing time for me. Only things changed. Life and death, I guess you could say.
A good friend and farm neighbor died the second day of our week’s stay. We came back to Kansas City, a three-hour drive, got things ready that we would have done after we would have come home Saturday, drove back to farm and viewing and funeral. And came home to taxes for the farm. And then, oops, a grant that I didn’t know was due and which I did, now done, the farm taxes on a pile on the floor, and it’s almost Groundhog Day. But I’m okay. Doing one thing at a time.
I watched a flock of young sparrows, yearlings by the look of them, one day on the farm. A sunny, windy, cold day. They gathered in the tree branches outside my window. And in unison, flew down to the ground and began pecking away at something, seeds too small for me to see, hopping sideways to the wind, and yet focused and although buffeted by the ground wind, in balance.
Nature once more gives the lesson. Be present and balanced in the doing.
“There is need of only one thing.” And the overriding and necessary thing in the world today is balance. And when we are in balance, our spirit soars and the sun rests lightly on our skin, even in the winter.