Monday, January 31, 2011
I am slightly conflicted as I think about the ending of this month. I'm always glad to see January go. And I'm aware, perhaps for the first time, that this winter's passage means my kids will be a year older next winter. I will be a year older. Time does not flow on indefinitely.
I'm feeling good at this point in time. I've been productive at home; I've settled into a satisfying domestic groove. Lots of organizing and making things better. Making myself better.
Reading Charlotte's Web over the weekend with the kids I found a particular truth in the passage below. I'm coming to think that winter's spiritual intention involves quiet waiting.
"What do people catch in the Queensborough Bridge - bugs?" asked Wilbur. "No," said Charlotte. "They don't catch anything. They just keep trotting back and forth across the bridge thinking there is something better on the other side. If they'd hang head-down at the top of the thing and wait quietly, maybe something good would come along. But no - with men it's rush, rush, rush, every minute. I'm glad I'm a sedentary spider." - Charlotte's Web, E.B. White.
I am appreciating the ever lengthening days, the first of the buds. My friend Valerie today wished me a happy February, lighter and sweeter days. I do welcome them. xo