Saturday seemed like spring. It was still cold but the sun
was shining and there was the feeling that the seasons had changed and the
winter was finally over. I wonder if that’s the way birds come to the
conclusion that it’s time to band together, take wing and head north. Just a
feeling—this is the day, they think.
Now today, just two days after that spring-like day, there is snow on the
ground and winter has returned. But not totally. Once I get the feeling that
spring is really here, it stays with me. I know that no matter what a
particular day is like, soon the sun will shine, the weather will improve and flowers
and green leaves will appear to brighten the world.
The creatures of nature might be much the same. Once they
get the feeling that spring is here, they are not shaken in their trust. They
know it will happen. There are some years when it appears they were wrong or at
least premature in that feeling, years when robins huddle on branches in snow
storms as winter makes its last stand. Even though they appear to be cold and
miserable and victims of a cruel prank of nature, perhaps within they are still
sure of their decision, still confident of the warmth to come.
Are we that removed from the other creatures of the earth?
So often our inner feelings set the tone of our being. At one time we can be miserable
in the midst of inclement weather, at other times the same sort of conditions
are a cause for elation or wonder. In that sense, we create our own world—or at
least our own reaction to the world around us. But isn’t that the most
important part of life—the reason for enjoyment, pleasure, happiness or, on the
other hand, feelings of being miserable, depressed or just plain sad? I wonder
if nature’s creatures are not better equipped than we are to make use of such
an ability. If so, are they not better suited to a happy life than we are?
Perhaps we are not as superior to such creatures as we like to think we are.
Magic
Money
Encouragement/Guidance—see Al-anon
Opposites
Mellow Mike
Writing groups
Other people’s decisions. Corollary—trying to ascertain
another’s state of mind. Assume.
Light bulbs
First drafts
The Box
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