It is snowing here in our corner of the world and somehow it goes with the feelings swirling around me like snowflakes today. Things seem all out of whack with life, and I am ruffled in my sprit, so it seems only normal for nature to reflect those feelings.
Here it is the 23rd of April, and we are having a winter storm. Unbelievable! Our lovely daffodils are in full glorious bloom, but they are crushed right down to earth under a layer of heavy wet snow. The winds are gusting up to 70 km/h, and the snow is blowing around in a fury.
Yes the weather reflects my feelings perfectly today and my heart aches for Karla and Mark. I think of them when I look at my garden weighed down under the snow and wonder if they feel beaten down too. This was supposed to be a warm sunny time in their lives, but instead they are in the middle of the worst storm imaginable and are under the cold weight of sorrow. Take heart dear ones. Your family and friends see you there in that cold dark place and weep for you and care. You are not alone.
You might feel crushed by the storms of life right now, but you will feel the sunshine again. It is behind the clouds for a time, but it will shine again some day. Take heart.
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Isn't this weather crazy??
We are in NWGA and this morning, the temp is 34F with wind gust. No snow, though.
Tonight we are supposed to have a hard freeze and I'm wondering what will become of my flower bed and fruit that is already growing on the trees.
The nice thing about storms is that they always pass. Always.
Yes they do don't they? It might seem like they never will, but they do always pass we just have to hang on.
One goes along and everything seems alright. Then out of the blue one gets caught in the grand narrative of life, death, meaning, and renewal. Even nature seems to conspire against our happiness.
Yet, as you said, we hang in there, or as Emily Dickinson said:
"This is the Hour of Lead--
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow--
First--Chill--then Stupor--then the letting go--"
You will smile again. Why? Because we want you to.
Thanks Lynn
It is the hour of lead indeed, and you just lightened it a bit.
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