Winter has arrived with a vengeance here in western New York. When I got into my car on the way to writing class this morning the digital readout read 6 degrees! I had put on a cotton dress shirt but after seeing that temperature reading I decided to go back in the house and change into something more compatible with 6 degree weather, namely, fleece.
I didn't want to shut off the car so I had to retrieve the spare house key from its hiding place and then trudge back inside with my snow sprinkled boots on, unburdening myself of my coat on the way upstairs. It's funny though, as I think back to the morning, that I didn't get angry or frustrated. I just thought "this makes sense." It makes sense to dress for the weather instead of trying to defy it, like I could anyway.
It was slippery out too, because it had been snowing for about an hour before I left, so there was just a cold, icy covering on the road. It wasn't bad at first, but the further I got and the more it snowed, the worse it got. I've been going to this writing class for about three months now, and it's been something that I've really enjoyed. Today was the last class and I didn't want to miss it, or the people in it. They, including our instructor, have all taught me so much about life and how connected we all are.
They have helped me see that there is a reason for everything, and that timing is no accident, especially when it comes to people entering, and sometimes leaving, our lives. If we are open to it, and will receive it, people will invest in us and then we in turn can invest in others. It makes us all richer and deeper. And it nourishes a seed of hope.
