Wow–Monday is tough. Not only are we back to work on a cold, snowy morning, the economy worsens, another of my friends has lost a job, another house in the hood has not sold, and I have to pay bills with a knot inside as the dow drops yet again.
I try to move forward, keep my spirits up, knowing that today I have my family, my work, my home, my friends, my health, my hobbies–albeit much scaled back, potential for another project. But I will keep my world close, hold it tight, watch it carefully, and wait cautiously for the sun to rise again, the air to warm, the ground to bloom in tiny swells and hope, hope, hope.
Sometimes the view from the rear of the boat is more glorious than the front. We move unknowingly to the back, then sometimes we huddle there–dance amongst friends, laugh with strangers, sing with ourselves, and wait watching, together, as the changes abound.
We will hope for the mundane, maybe see the wonderous. But we will see it together, smiles and tears blended into the waters below.
C
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We were having the same Monday blues. We should have picked up the phone to commiserate. Reading your blog today had me yet again in tears. But this time they were bittersweet because I have the gift of a true lifelong friend who gives me perspective that lifts me up.