Winter, true winter, the real thing, puts in a brief appearance this weekend. Tomorrow will be breezy, accentuating the chill of the predicted high of somewhere between -10C and -13C. I do not exactly want or welcome such chill. Yet I accept the reality that it’s winter, it gets cold, and I cannot change those facts. Cold snaps like this help me appreciate our snug little home all the more.
Sometimes it seems our life is like this rough country road. Patches covering the hurts and wounds; rolling, bumpy and uneven; going through empty territory; leading to . . . the unknown.
Yet I like it. The hurts and wounds heal. The journey – through territory familiar as well as uncharted – is energising. There is always something to see, to do, to feel. Something to be grateful for.
Faye and I had to make the difficult decision to let go of our beloved Kendal. His pain grew progressively worse, even with pain management medications.
I never want to let go of a dog. Yet its the kind, the compassionate – the right – thing to do, difficult and wrenching as it is.
I miss having him on the dog bed next to the computer desk. I’ll miss his shenanigans. I still and will always treasure him, and how he enriched my life. I’ve been very blessed to know and love him.
There is a saying. ‘He’s not gone, just gone on ahead.’
Thank you, Kendal. Thank you for scouting the way. I look forward to hearing your report.
The crocus are finally emerging. It’s been a slow and cold spring. No amount of worrying, anxiety, wishing will make spring come any sooner. The seasons turn when they do and it’s good to accept that.
Winter is coming to an end. Days are becoming longer, temperatures are warming. The bitter, awe-ful cold is gone. Today it’s just above freezing, sunny, we may sit outside for a while and gratefully soak in some sunshine.
We may – no, we will – have more cold, more snow. Yet we made it through another winter. I’m grateful and happy to live in a four season climate. I will be grateful for the coming warmth.
It does not, cannot, whine and whinge and moan about never-ending winter, where is spring? It waits. Spring will come. It will arrive when it arrives. Accept what is.
A lesson to embrace.
Sometimes humans grumble about life. It’s hot, it’s cold, it’s wet, it’s dry, it’s [fill in the blank]. I’m not immune.
These Mute Swans know nothing about the human senses of liking, disliking, grumbling. It is a sunny and mild day, they are safe, so it’s a good time to doze.
That is a good lesson. Accept what is given and be grateful.