A dozen or more melted snowdrops rested in my left eyebrow.
Look, look, look! they called.
I looked.
My reflection in the oval powder room mirror elicited a smile—a welcome combatant to a heavy load of grumbletude I’d been carrying since I rolled out from beneath warm covers.
A tuft of bangs stood at attention for an inch or more before making a gentle bend to the right.
In a flash, I saw myself as Chicken Little.
Where’d that come from?
I’d heard the story as a child.
Did I read some version of the tale to children gathered around a rocking chair?
I have not seen Disney’s take on the story.
And yet…the sky is falling poultry appeared in a flash.
This morning, the sky is not falling.
Clouds send icy, pin-like flakes in constant rapid-fire succession, carried on a strong Easterly wind.
Ice patches hide under a blanket of fresh powder.
Henny’s four legs, low to the ground design, and spirited existence are undeterred.
Train whistles howl, sirens augment flashing red lights in the distance, and I shelter from the storm.
Whatever you face, whining about it won’t help. Do what you can to deal with it, and then let it go. Adapt to conditions and stop wishing conditions would adapt to you. They wont.
~excerpt from Dharma Road by Brian Haycock
“Any sakes!” my grandmother used to exclaim at some startling occurrence. The misdirection in today’s post - first yesterday’s weather snippets, melted snowdrops and all - followed by the quick left juke to Chicken Little!
Then Zamm! A great here-in-the-present characterization of facets of your surroundings!
“...and I shelter from the storm.” Most clever of all! You never got out from under the blankets today! Bolstered by pillows and propped up knees forming a crude tent, you squint mightily as you type the characters for today’s newsletter on your iPhone.
Muses dispatched for outdoor reconnaissance, you stayed warm albeit crunched up awaiting their musings. I wonder if the here-and-now gang even cracked the door! Impressions perhaps, like Monet’s view of the picnickers by the lake. Tried to slip that by us, huh?
Either way, grumble you did not! Staying abed, rather than risking death by a thousand pin-flakes, clearly was a wise adaptation to circumstance.
Bravo!!!