Friday morning on my way to work after mass
Saturday afternoon, the crocus have finally bloomed!
I find so much comfort in nature. What seems to be hopeless is not. What seems to be dead, isn't. What seems to be guaranteed a long life may not be. Etcetera. The lessons are lovely in the spring.
The birds are singing and I love it. I don't know how I live through every winter. It is so difficult for me. I do believe it is called Seasonal Affective Disorder. Now. But then Now we pathologize every single vagary of humanity.
So, I was terribly upset about my son leaving for a year overseas. I still would prefer he didn't - as would his wife.
But last Friday morning, I watched endless videos of "safe" cars and houses, full of "safe" people, in a "safe" country - being swept away in an utterly unpredictable event. Imagine drowning in your own bed, as it is swept, inside your house, down the street. I cannot imagine.
I cannot imagine a lot of things. I haven't imagined a lot of things that have actually happened in my life and the lives of those I love. I have, however, imagined a whole lot of things (usually dreadful) that never ever took place. What a waste of time, energy, and heartache.
I will trust God that he will give me the grace to get through whatever I need to get through. And try not to worry about it before it even happens.