The snow’s sad drift.
A bed unmade.
Doleful dishes strewn.
My melancholy’s showing.
Everything wrong threatens permanence: We’ll never get better, our global inequities, and neither will I have a fully funded pension and more than 3 weeks vacation when I can mentally let go of my business responsibilities. ever.
Everything right seems of no consequence: My earning power is at its peak but the world is teetering on economic collapse, if climate change and peak oil doesn’t shatter us, every last one of us, first.
Snow sadly drifts.
Why would any thinking person make a bed, clean the dishes, cozily simmer soup in such conditions?
Why would anyone download their business receivables from Paypal and tally up their net revenue and press Send Money to the psychologist who contributed a module to the program,and also press Send Money to the firm that created the site?
Why would anyone respond graciously to an email query laced with tone?
Why would anyone continue saving $50/paycheque for that 6-months-in-Detroit (yes, Detroit) for an unorthodox 50th experience? It’ll never happen.
Snow sadly drifts.
But quietly I root into resources, inner and outer, that pacify. For me:
- last of a dying breed (see? even here my melancholy’s showing), a mainstream-religion-member and believer, I content myself in trusting that Another has much more at stake than I do in the wellbeing of planets and poverty-crushed souls
- and the psychologist and the firm, for them I give calm thanks: they were good to me. they were good to me. So I will gather my energy, enough energy to press Send Money.
- and the savings, all my little stratagems to realize my desires, created in better moments, these carry on with or without me (thank you, auto savings plans) and they may not reach their goal, or they may.
The snow drifts. The bed gets made. The dishes can wait til tomorrow. I watch a video about Detroit.
Photo Credit: Opaline Fracture