Ah...this is a cozy, rainy day. The kind of day that brings fresh-baked bread, homemade soup and crafts to mind. Not that I will necessarily do any of those things, although I might...we'll see. The woods are full of mysterious mist and all outdoor sounds are amplified. From inside, I feel soothed and very peaceful, wrapped in the closeness of the elements.
I realize there was a time when I would have described such a day as gloomy and depressing, and I would have been impatient for the snow to be all gone, for the fog to lift, the sun to shine and make all things bright and beautiful--according to ME. Somewhere along the line--my lifeline--my journey, that changed. I'm not sure exactly when it happened. I think it was a process more than a sudden revelation. My realization of the process having taken place was more abrupt, though, and since the transition was already complete, there was nothing for me to do except give thanks for this new (to me) and wonderful gift.
Don't get me wrong, a totally passive existence is not what I am suggesting. The gift is in learning, not only to recognize, but to accept the things we cannot change. Such as the weather. What I have found is that the process doesn't have to end with acceptance. The gift goes on until, sometimes, we can even embrace that which we originally wished to change.
I do embrace days like this.
Besides, on plenty of occasions, Bob would say, "Wish in one hand, s--- in the other, and see which one gets full, first." And you know. . .he was absolutely right!
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