We are in the heart of winter. It is dark, dark outside. My little Buddha is shivering in the snow. Sunrise is not till 8:59, another hour yet. Yesterday, the sun did not come out at all.
It would be so easy to hibernate like the bears, but duty and nature calls. Sheba is quite insistent. She KNOWS she is hungry and she’s not letting anyone sleep in. You try to quiet your bladder, but after awhile you know you have to get up. So you throw those covers back and step onto the cold floor. And another day starts.
I’m not feeling up to snuff. My eyes are gummed up and my mouth feels grainy and dry, like the Sahara Desert. I am achy, throaty and tired. Welcome back, SINUSITIS, my old friend. Your ways are familiar to me now. I can function quite well with you on my back even though you try your hardest to drag me down.
So, I’m not so speedy or quite as organized as usual. Is there a race on and are we in a hurry? Or is there an emergency? It is good that there are seasons and times for everything….times to work and times to rest, times to speed and times to slow. We all know how that song goes, but do we listen and hear it?
I’m feeling like hell now. So I sit back, take my glasses off and rub my eyes. I breathe and sip my tea. Sheba is on her mat besides me. Animals do absorb and ease our distress and discomfort by being with you and being just themselves. Often we take them for granted but they are always so happy to see us when we come back, even if we’ve gone for a few minutes.They accept us as we are. There is no judgement.
I would do well if I could learn from Sheba’s ways….let people know I appreciate them, live in the moment, letting go of minutes, hours, days, years past, of things of little consequence. Perhaps that’s her purpose…to keep reminding me of the excitement of life, to keep wagging my tail. The sun will come again. Ahh, there it is now, shining over my shoulder, lighting my world! And I have done well in this heart of the winter.
Sometimes when there is no feeling good in your body or mind, you have to go back in your memories for those feelings and live as if. That is what I did this morning, remembering the pleasure of the cup of hot chocolate, making soup, baking bread. I remember my body opened up, seeing Sheba running out to greet me when I came home from work Monday evening, tired and stressed. Her wagging tail, smile and nuzzling work miracles in easing the tension in my being.
Everything does turn, turn, turn. Nothing stays the same. This, too, shall pass. And for everything, there is a purpose under heaven. Breakfast is done, dishes cleared and the dishwasher is turning and turning.