Monday, March 14, 2011
I'm having a hard time. Are you having a hard time? And then with every complaint or whine I utter I silently hear "first world problems" at the end of each. The tragedies unfolding around us on this spinning globe are massive.
Where do you go for solace? Where do you pull it together? Behind closed doors while staring in a mirror? Pounding your feet, one in front of the other, along a cement path? Kristina wrote a lovely piece on her blog about baking a pie, and finding some humor in a story, despite the chaos surrounding us. I appreciated her humor. It felt needed. Margaret at Away to Garden said today, "Japan news is so big as to be incomprehensible. For me, gardening (raking, digging, sowing) is prayer, I guess. Time for prayer."
Here in Oregon I go to the moss. To the green. To the nature of this place. Open my eyes to see the daily beauty in front of us. It is there, everywhere, and in this moss, it is green growing upon layers of green, even coating itself as if hanging green shawls from the trees. The moss grows ferns, and lichen chimes in as well. It's alive, this forest of green, and for now, we are too. And I am grateful.
Sending you peace.
Posted by LeLo at Monday, March 14, 2011