This morning I woke up to this scene on my deck. Hang on a minute…April Fools is over, dude.
ICE dripping all over my tiny budding trees–and the crocuses and hyacinths just starting to emerge. WHAT is THIS?
It’s particularly disheartening given we’re just back home after 10 days in glorious Vancouver where the sun was actually shining (yes!) and we walked along the beach in bare feet and sandals, drinking in the sight and scent of blossoms and blooms EVERYwhere. Welcome home to Ontario. Don’t get me wrong; it’s a beautiful province and our scenery rivals, at times, even the mountains of the west (Tobermory and Muskoka are pretty tough to beat), but freezing rain in April! I am SO not a winter person. But here I am and so…deal, right?
But there is a lesson here. I read a great post this week written by Danielle LaPorte (link at the END of ths post) about the difference between happiness and joy. She got it so right—even in the most difficult times, there is a deep joy that is still alive inside if you look for it. It’s not the ice outside I refer to as “most difficult times,” though it’s a pretty apt reflection of life at the moment for me and my husband. We are faced with a nearly insurmountable wall of emotion as we step into a month-long inquest regarding the death of his son three years ago. Not going to get into any details here, but suffice it to say, the months of anticipation of this inquest have been filled with crushing anxiety, doubt, grief and anger. We can only imagine how tough the actual next four weeks will be for us.
Yet, in spite of all that, there is, as Danielle describes it, unquenchable joy in waking up to another day on this planet—another chance to see, feel, taste, LIVE, love.
Ice or no ice, every day is a gift. Thanks Ma Nature.
Here’s the link to Danielle’s inspiring post: http://bit.ly/10ZPbNj