Taking a Breather

You’ll be glad to know I’m offering you a reprieve from another installment of The Harrowing Tales of Lisa’s Possessions. (There’s actually a joke in there, but I’m going to leave it be.)

It’s Friday (or probably Saturday by the time you’re reading this), and we all need to take a breather. It feels like it’s been a week of extremes, and I’m tuckered out.

We had a snow and ice storm in our area on Wednesday, as you know. Yesterday, however, we enjoyed a balmy turn that took the temperature outside up to nearly 60 degrees. It was a long, sweet swig of spring, and it left me thirsty for more.

Taking a walk yesterday was a simple delight in another way, too. I let go, for a time, my worries over my car, my printers, and even my espresso machine, which also, yesterday (I could not make this up), decided to start spraying water all over the counter instead of yielding me the nectar I so earnestly craved. To be honest? I almost screamed when it had the audacity to do it again this morning.

Surrender and Promise

But my walk yesterday! The difference between Wednesday and Thursday was dramatic. While Wednesday was wild and wintery and called us all to cocoon, on Thursday, everything seemed to sparkle. I found myself smiling and feeling content and peaceful – with maybe even a hint of promise. I could almost sense the seeds deep in the earth germinating, sending tentacles of exploration up toward the surface to see just when it would be warm enough to sprout.

I took a photo of a small tributary that runs down the hill from where I was walking past High Rocks State Park. This tiny little stream, only active after significant rain or snowfall, flows over rocks and around the roots of trees to make its way into the Tohickon Creek. Its beauty stopped me in my tracks.

I’m flowing through our challenges, too. And trying to maintain a sense of humor throughout. Because you know what? It’s all just stuff.

Stuff and expectations. Learning to surrender both can be astonishingly liberating.

(T-1008)