It's weird now.

I know I've said this before, but it feels a bit like the wheels are coming off the bus. Today, the Earthquake in Italy. Yesterday a huge avalanche in-bounds at Brighton ski resort. On Saturday, a man in Pittsburgh mowed down three cops because he was afraid Barack Obama was going to take his guns away. On Friday (or what it Thursday?), the shooting spree and hostage situation in Binghamton.

Destruction and despair everywhere, it seems, which makes me think of William Stafford's beautiful Yes:

It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That’s why we wake
and look out – no guarantees
in this life.

But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.

And oh, he's so right. A wonderful weekend with Brad and the boys, Arnie warming my feet right now. Food growing outside, the sun still above the mountains even though it's nearly eight o'clock.

There's so much to be thankful for.


sha said...

amen sista!

Anonymous said...

Dropping back in from my blogging break...

In response to your post on 3/27, I know I ALWAYS feel better when I get some exercise, doubly so if it takes place outside. Last weekend I was so overwhelmed I found myself crying for no reason. I informed DH that I was going for a walk and would he please watch the girls. An hour spent exploring the fields and woods around the farm and I was at peace.

I am convinced half the people who are on anti-depressants wouldn't need them if they simply went for a long walk in a rural area every few days.