Friday, January 11, 2008
Mother earth has had a melt down. There was no whining, no pounding fists or stomping feet, just a slow and steady transformation from white to brown, from cold to balmy, from ice to water.
I'm trying to flow with it. To resist the arrogant urge for control and let it happen. To recognize the cycle of nature and leave any and all Charlie Brown theory out of it. I could complain, but what good would that do.
I will take a lesson from Isla, who, at Martha's the other day, refused to heed the naysayers. She grabbed the rope attached to her favorite plastic sled and pulled it behind her as she trudged across the soggy meadow to the top of the sledding hill. There, she got into the sled and sat down, surveying the sodden grassy landscape before her. After making a few unsuccessful attempts to nudge the sled into motion, she stood up and climbed back out. Thoroughly convinced, she took up the rope and pulled the sled back to Martha's yard. That's my girl.
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