The kids are home for their second day, but at least today is a little more unplugged. I let them watch movies yesterday thinking the power would go off, but it didn’t until almost midnight!
As the kids settle into various activities, I keep drifting to the windows, looking across the rooftops and at the now-splintered trees. The evergreens seem to have more resilience, able to take the Dr. Seussian contortions, but the deciduous trees . . . ah, the poor trees. There’s still the crack and snap and rush of falling ice to be heard as the melting water adds the proverbial straw, adding too much weight to the exhausted wood. At least, that’s what I imagine.
There are times when I, too, let the elements accumulate upon me, surround me and weigh me down. I sag and droop, losing enthusiasm and very nearly my hope. When the sun does start to peek through the clouds, I feel the cold shroud falling away. Sometimes I cannot help but absorb some of that which burdens me. Sometimes it’s hard to let it all evaporate, allowing myself to eventually regain my stature. Sometimes I want to just absorb it all and snap and break and fall away.
But I don’t. I guess I’m more like the evergreens I see on the horizon. I can take it, and I do. I may be taken for granted at times, even by my very self, but it’s up to me to decide how I weather all storms.
The sun is always there. We just have to have faith and remember to keep the windows open to our heart and soul.