The Weather Will Have Its Way With Us
The weather will have its way with us. Wild and untame-able, amazingly beautiful, surprisingly destructive, predictable to a point but utterly changeable, it does what it wishes without asking for permission. Humans, as a species, are big on control. “I want this, I don’t want that,” but you can’t orchestrate the weather. It doesn’t give a flying fig about your preferences.
Last night brought torrential rain. I worry about my swans (mine, because I love them), my garden, the bunnies with flooding burrows, my husband when he is out in it all day, but I can’t stop the deluge. Love watches over them, protects them, and my job is to stay open; to not clamp down, tighten against what is, whine it away with how I wish it could be different.
Humans, as a species, aren’t very good at waiting. Patience is learned so slowly, over a lifetime of ruined picnics and disappointing parade days. The weather will continue to be whimsical. The question is, “Have you learned to lighten up?”
LBM 6/15/2021
