Yesterday was the first day I did not post on this blog. I tried, but my voice burrowed underground, and I could not dig it up.
I’ve been weary all week. Tweeting and ‘booking and blog hopping bogged down. I dozed off at the computer.
Maybe the back spasm and broken sleep had something to do with it. I studied and taught and did my housework (some of it) and babysat and refused medication. Until about 4 a.m. Wednesday when Dennis heard me ouching when I tried to change positions. He insisted I take a muscle relaxant, and I slept until 11 a.m. I never sleep that long.
I let some things go again, and they overwhelmed me.
A heavy cloud weighed on me all week.
But this morning I rose while it was still dark. Out the back kitchen window I saw a narrow peach ribbon in the east and some stray stars in the sky. I slipped my jacket over my bathrobe, pulled on some socks, and wrapped Dora around my legs.
I went outside and breathed deep of fresh frosty air. Fragile peach pushed against gray. I watched the cloud bank rise and bow, split and disintegrate.
I watched the stars melt one by one.
I watched light overtake the darkness.
And the weary cloud that weighed on me all week rose, bowed, split and disintegrated.
What a beautiful world this is! Have you noticed the wonderful coloring of the sky at sunrise? For me there is no time like the early morning, when the spirit of light broods over the earth at its awakening.
Did you ever think that great painters have spent their lives trying to reproduce on canvas what we may see every day?
We are all busy, but what are we living for anyway, and why is the world so beautiful if not for us?
Let’s not make such a habit of hurry and work that when we leave this world, we will feel impelled to hurry through the spaces of the universe using our wings for feather dusters to clean away the star dust.
The true way to live is to enjoy every moment as it passes, and surely it is in the everyday things around us that the beauty of life lies.
Laura Ingalls Wilder in Saving Graces