The last ten or so days it’s been awfully hard to remember that the sun is shining somewhere. We’ve had buckets of rain. And then the clouds parted and I got this. And it struck me this morning that the weather is such a great metaphor for life. Cliche I know but hey …you work with what you’ve been given.
When it rains for days on end, a sort of cocooning effect happens around here. The dogs curl up and so do some of the people (not saying who). Everyone is sort of forced into an interior life. A life with no distractions like the yard or the orchard. And because it rained really hard….I tried not to run many errands either. So a lot of make doing went on around food, and meals. Life slowed down quite a bit. And after awhile, I relaxed into that philosophy. For a very short time. Because I had no choice.
Of course, it’s occurred to me that I do have a choice every day. I could decide to slow down just because I want to or need to. Good to be reminded of that idea sometimes. We don’t have to hurry scurry through our days. We get to be the boss of our pace. Thanks Rainy Days for Days Weather. I needed that!