Finding Peace
It feels odd to be writing about small things when there’s a big thing happening right down the road, but this big thing isn’t a personal tale like my other big things. Those were peculiar to me but relatable, an illness in the family, a death, things we all suffer. To a lot of folks, complaining about the big thing going on right now, would be roughly equivalent to complaining about getting lung cancer knowing I spent a lifetime smoking. They wouldn’t understand why I was upset.
So, like a black hole I’ll just swallow up the energy from the big thing and keep my thoughts to myself. If you get the joke, you get the joke. And if you want to wear your tee shirt inside out that’s your business. I’m building a shed over my water well, and I’m making lots of aesthetic choices. Do I use old fence slats for the walls or the tin off my old roof. Right now, I’m leaning toward the wood, because I think it would look cool and rustic, and I can put up tar paper inside to block the wind. On the other hand, I have a fair amount of tin, and that would probably be just as rustic. Choices.
And those are the small things I’ll be writing about again, and these. Going outside to see Jupiter cuddling up to the moon. To see the fog settled over the pasture with a pink morning sky behind. To see tracks in the dirt of the road. To feel the cool of the fall morning air. To taste a hint of rain. The sort of things you can feel no matter what’s going on in the world, the beauty you can find close at hand, the peace you can bring to yourself.