Weather the "Whatever..."

You can even buy a "retro weather" sticker pack now - complete with 70's Weather Man.

You can even buy a "retro weather" sticker pack now - complete with 70's Weather Man.

Urgh.  Rain.  I just looked at the weather channel and basically it says “Rain – until May”.  Do you remember years ago when the Weather Person on TV had to actually place little magnetic pictures of clouds with raindrops onto a big outline of the area?  It must be very boring to do that job now.  How many words are there for rain?  I suspect, not enough to last the season!

I love the fall – though I think autumn is a much prettier word.  Fall seems way to basica word to describe the beauty and contrasts of autumn.  And it’s those contrasts that make it so lovely.  The cold but sunny day, the blaze of colour as the foliage prepares to die.  All summer I long for autumn, now it’s here and I’m in a funk – and I don’t mean the good “James Brown-winged-collars-and-flared-trousers" type of funk.  I mean the “'I am half sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott” type of funk.  Almost any question you ask of me will be answered thus: "Whatever ..." usually accompanied by a long drawn out sigh.

That's right - zero

That's right - zero

This happens every year.  And yet, it always takes me by surprise. The prophylactic course of action would be to get out my “sunlight” in early October and sit in front of it for an hour a day, take my Vitamin D, make sure I get outside and walk every day and eat well.  Guess how many times I have taken those steps before the misery sets in … go on guess … I’ll give you a clue – it’s a nice ROUND number.

Of course the further I descend into the depths the harder it is to climb out.  For some reason I can’t accept the reality that I am neither invincible or some sort of perpetual motion machine that can disobey the laws of thermodynamics. 

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This is the time when small things take on a greater significance.  One last rose on the bush determinedly blooming until the last minute, the smell and feel of clean sheets and a snug bed, an unexpected smile from a stranger.  All these things brighten a day and add a rung on the ladder from the pit.  It takes effort to see these things through the despairing fog, and effort to bring some of them to fruition, but it makes all the difference. 

There’s no point to this little soliloquy.  Except to say that I take HUGE comfort from the fact that “there is nothing new under the sun”(Ecclesiastes 1:9),  that even Paul wrote “For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do--this I keep on doing” (Romans 7:19).

There is indeed hope for us all!  Advent will soon be upon us.  A time to take a breather, of watchful waiting, and joyful anticipation of a new hope.  And also of course – a point that marks the passing of the center point in the tunnel of Winter, and the beginning of the journey to the light (and back to the good kind of funk).

The best kind of funk.

The best kind of funk.

 

Flower Pearson