I am human.  I make stories out of nothing.  I can stare at a glass that is half-filled with water and one day freak out that “it is NOT GOING TO BE ENOUGH!”  The next day I can thrill to the cool nourishment that is there.  And another day scream: I ORDERED A HAMBURGER!! (Gary Larson inspired that, yes).

As I watch the circulation of the season around me–from dirt and dead dark leaves to sprouts, clusters of seed pods littering the path, sweet rich smell of rainy spring, tiny daisies peeking out in the persistent carpet of ever-present green grass–I can see it as cause and effect.  Or I can see it as a flow of goodness, a spiral of continuum that is never ever the same.

Cause and effect is boring, actually, and just feeds the frantic obsessive mind to go back further and further–if this didn’t happen then this wouldn’t have happened.  If you didn’t do that then I wouldn’t have done that.  If I was never born then….until we all just get sick to our stomachs, eat potato chips and watch TV to drown it out.

But going with the flow of seasons is surfing on beauty.  The rain colors the world green.  Cleaning refreshes my heart, touching my home with gratitude.  The old dog is here and now, but I don’t have to hold him in sadness for tomorrow.  The Way has twists and turns and drops and rises, rock slides and rain, sunny stillness and deep snow.

It awaits for my story telling.