I've noticed a disturbing trend here at the blog. There seems to be more and more detailing of dinners eaten and chores done than "real" events. My first impression is that this is bad. Very, very bad. But then I think, hey, real life is a bunch of ups and downs and flat places. There's nothing wrong with the flat places really, it's just that they do not provide interesting writing opportunities. Or do they?
Maybe the flat places are fertile ground for growth. It's the time to ponder the ups and downs and how to engage in their dance the next time they arrive. It's a time to get calm, centered, grounded, and whatever other word that implies getting "bien dans sa peau". And that's what I'm trying to do.
The last year has been a trying one, at times I thought I had taken a wrong turn in this road of life, but sitting here on the flat place, the perspective is different. Wow, I was so low back in November, and here it is April and all of that is behind me. In front of me, I have the summer beckoning with its tendrils of warmth and play, and I have decided not to seek interim employment for this period.
Even nature is in a holding pattern right now. Little flashes of spring have brightened up the days, but the trees know better, the bare branches showing only the first signs of budding. The snow has all melted, uncovering the accumulated filth of 100 city days. To see the earth again grounds me. She is in that flat place too, hunkered down in a crack between hibernation and wakefulness.
There's snow in the forecast this week, so I'm just going to hang out here, treading water, enjoying the holding pattern. Off to work!