It's always a bit bizarre to look out the window the morning after a sad event or circumstances to see that the world is going as usual. No matter how large or small the tragedy, the annoyances, the trials - dawn the day after still happens ... sometimes in a furiatingly spectacular way as though to spite my sourness. The wind still blows, the rain still falls and the grass still grows. Birds are out gathering their breakfast; neighbors are heading out the door according to their normal routine without a single hitch in their step because of my pain or sorrow or frustration!
After the first selfish little pang of resentment that the day is not matching my dark mood, I come back to my senses and I'm so humbled and glad that the world doesn't revolve around me. Thank goodness that this glorious event of Spring isn't being postponed on my account! Seeing that things of life continue without me cheering it on has a way of putting me back in my place and my life back into perspective with the full realization that there are so very many dependable things about it in which to place my trust.
And now that I'm sufficiently over my bad self - I think I'll go out into this wonderful day and examine the rosebush closely for new buds. I trust that they will be there .... and I will offer thanks and be grateful.
Trust that there is a tiger, muscular
Tasmanian, and sly, which has never been
seen and never will be seen by any human
eye. Trust that thirty thousand sword-
fish will never near a ship, that far
from cameras or cars elephant herds live
long elephant lives. Believe that bees
by the billions find unidentified flowers
on unmapped marshes and mountains. Safe
in caves of contentment, bears sleep.
Through vast canyons, horses run while slowly
snakes stretch beyond their skins in the sun.
I must trust all this to be true, though
the few birds at my feeder watch the window
with small flutters of fear, so like my own.
~ by Susan Kinsolving ~