SOLAR POWERED LIFE
Sunday, March 14, 2021 - daily column #6696
Fog obscured, shower drowned or snow-whipped.
Every morning, my sky looks brightly blue.
We determine what kind of day we’ll have, not influenced by weather outside; instead, by whether life’s condition within is sunshine-fueled and filled.
What will today bring my way or require from me?
What today portends – waking, parting curtains – wide-eyed, ready delight or fright, preceded my habit-worn ritual big-reveal, of what nature delivered overnight.
Middle March, winter’s grimy remains – leftover street grit, receding dirty ice, matted grass – debris-laden gutters seem pandemic metaphors laid waste of normalcy; girl’s party shoe, rubber glove, pizza box, discarded face mask – mixed-media collage populates culverts and sewers as cigarette butts, and candy wrappers do in summer, they blend slurry-like in semi-thaw muck.
Far wiser folk than me describe mental exercises far too complicated for me – I don’t want to read about it or think about it when I can find out for myself – should I don shorts or my parka?
I think we do, but we surely don’t see it the same way. I’m not drawing a metaphor of how it is around the world (wow, what a great book idea!), but I mean right here in south Calgary – when we pull back the curtain, what do I see?
While we turn our clocks back an hour, we can reflect on what magnificent lives we have yet to live.
Wondering what the weather is like, perhaps the first layer – peeling back what our day will be like, pulling back layers of who we are, boundless with opportunity …
Rain gear, snow boots, or break out the bike for its first ride of the year?