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
Beautiful post, beautiful lady. Glad you took care of yourself, and welcome back Snady. ((Hugs))
Hi Candy! Thanks and hugs right back to you. 🙂
Oh, and Laura apparently thought folks were in a rush back in the fall of 1916.
So lovely – it is like I am standing right there with you. Oh the beauty of a cold Michigan morning. Praying you feel stronger this week and all the discomfort finds an exit and gets lost forever – never to return. See you SOON!
I am heading outside now. And next week, this time, I’ll be relishing a Tennessee morning! 🙂
Oh, lovely as always! I’m so sorry you had such a bad week. Glad you’re feeling better. I love Laura’s quote. Thank you! Hope you have a great time in TN. Blessings to you, dear chocolate-covered Brussels sprouts eater! LOL
Thanks! I’m telling you again, you must try it.
The Tennessee time was awesome! Love your new ‘tar.
Now, I know I’m hearing your true writer’s voice. And I feel immediately kin.
🙂
Laura is so right. I, too, love this qoute.
No camera can adequately communicate the colors of the Grand Canyon, or even fully capture the beautiful array that comes with each sunrise or sunset. Some things are just meant to be experienced.
I’m sorry you had such a rough week, Snady. I prayed for you daily. I’m no stranger to weariness and or pain. What a delighted to read these words “the weary cloud that weighed on me all week rose, bowed, split and disintegrated.” Awesome God, we thank you.
See. You. Soon.
Oh, dear Melinda. You. Bless. Me.
I saw. I hugged. I loved.
Lovely, Sandra.
Thanks, Michelle.