What is it that keeps us from totally spinning off this planet? Faith that we will be held safely to the ground. What is it that lets us sleep at night? Faith that the world will continue to spin without us. Faith that we can rest and let others take care of things. What is it that is causing so many upheavals lately? My dear friend’s boyfriend died suddenly, no explanation. People are experiencing crying bouts that last for days. I personally have excruciating shoulder pain that will not abate. Tightness beyond compare in my shoulderblades. What is it that keeps us waking up day after day, when we’d rather just go back to sleep? Faith that we will have the strength and mettle to make it through all of this. I have faith. Some days more than other days, but still. Faith is the evidence of things unseen.
How are you feeling these days, my friend? Are you sleeping well? Are you breathing deeply? Are you taking time to enjoy life? Last week I took my dear puppy outside for her morning constitution and I was shocked to see all of the trees shocked with white hoarfrost. I walked slowly over to our birch tree and gently touched one of the silvery branches. The teensy crystals clung tenaciously to the wood, and I took off my glove and ran my finger lightly over the crystals. They felt oddly soft as they crumpled beneath my warm touch. I loosed the frost from the topside of the little limb, then the underside until it was the only dark brown to be seen in a sea of sparkling white. I knew what was beneath the cover, and though the dressing was beautiful, it was not the tree itself. I thanked the skies and the weather and the One who makes everything, for this beautiful morning of white against blue, and watching my breath, walked slowly back into the house.