Today the sun is shining in Lake Superior land.
It’s 20 degrees and the hockey game’s on… (Sorry, Jimmy Buffett fans, I can’t help myself quoting his lyrics lately.) The only part of the last sentence that is true is that it’s 20 degrees. (-7 C for all of you who have no American affiliation.) It’s stunningly warm!
The sun does WONDERS for one’s mood, doesn’t it? One minute you can be griping and whining and carrying on (and I swear half the Upper Peninsula is doing thus) and the next minute you’re soft & sweet & wearing a smile brighter than your winter jacket.
I am still in a rather quiet mood–not that you can tell by reading these blog posts, perhaps–but am content.
Don’t you love when content days strike? When everything is simply enough. Yesterday the thought of staying in the house felt impossible, evil, despairing. Today it feels warm, lovely, content, joyful.
We humans are such odd creatures of mood, aren’t we?
And sunlight can so affect it! (I refuse to talk about our next possible snowstorm. Simply refuse to even consider it.)
Today I accomplished the following A) shoveling 3/4 of the deck, B) made buckwheat apple muffins, C) filed all our personal tax records, yup, hurray, it’s finally done!, D) sorted through and deleted a ton more pictures from 2009-10, E) talked to daughter, friend Catherine (briefly), friend Bertha, and mother-in-law. Read delightful spiritual book. Chopped a thousand vegetables in preparation for tonight’s dinner. Sorted recipes. OK, anything else that happened has flown away from the coop of this memory. But, suffice it to say, it was a good day. The very best.
Because–whatever happened was perfectly enough. Some day, some not-too-distant day, I hope to live like this every day. Whatever arises is A-OK. Whatever happens is accepted, even if it’s not liked. Even scowling. Even negativity. It will all be allowed to arise in a larger perspective, thank you, Amen.
And you, dear reader, as you sit before your computer contemplating your day? What have you learned this weekend? Did you accept what arose? Did you feel that this weekend was, well, perfectly enough?