I haven't been handling all the darkness as gracefully as I would like this year. I'm leaving for work in the dark and coming home in the dark. I feel like I'm missing out on so much living.
This week especially feeling bogged down by endless to-do lists at work and home, migraines, and everything that seems to be breaking and needing money to be fixed (dishwasher, car, cat), I was teetering on the edge of a breakdown.
So tonight I went out in the yard, on the edge of the river bank and sat. Just sat. I practiced listening to all of the sounds of the river, first upstream, then downstream, the water swirling around the big rock, the high pitched chuckle and the deep, soothing swoosh. I looked at the bark on the old sugar maple next to me. I watched the moon rise over the hill. I took deep breaths of the cool, damp air. And with that everything felt just a bit more manageable.
Tonight I'm going to finish the Christmas cards and plant those narcissus I've been meaning to plant for a week now...and tomorrow who knows...I'll worry about that when the time comes.
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