I was ready to plug in my beautifully hung lights into the extension cord. My husband was sitting on the edge of the deck with the dog. Of course, he would be watching. Daylight was waning now so I was hurrying a little. I put the ends of the two cords together.
Then came the point of decision. Do I turn around and look at my husband? Or wait for him to ask.
Tomorrow is a new day. I will wake up on the 12th and move forward into another month. Life changed. I will breathe in and out and count my blessings. I will carry a mask in my purse and in my car for when it is needed and required. I will stand in the square and wait my turn. I will smile with my eyes and attempt limited conversation with strangers who are also waiting. And together we will all move forward.
We live in four seasons. The calendar marks the days, but the seasons put a mark on our hearts. Acutely aware of the passing time, seasons forge their own path in their own time, which then becomes our time. We don’t choose the timing or the path, but we are full participants in both.
If I were a painter, I could show you the image with a brush and some paint because the image is crystal clear in my mind. But all I have to offer is the depth of the moment. I could have left the horses and turned east like I did every night. But this time I turned west.
The words we say, the conversations we exchange with others is so routine, so much a part of our daily busyness. I think back through so many conversations with a lot of words that really said nothing at all. I’ve pondered lately how often we really stop to think about our words—about how our words alone can lift a spirit, give encouragement, share compassion, express our feelings. Even so, on the flip side, our words can so easily crush spirits, hurt feelings, discourage, and draw a line of division between peoples.