Dried podIt seems as if everything is holding it’s breath, frozen. Like the Big Hand in the Sky has hit the pause button. Nothing is moving forward and it’s cold, rainy, and grey. Most of the trees and vines have shed their leaves, and they too have turned an organic grey.

Texans keep complaining that they’re tired of the cold. Newcomers complain that it feels as if they’ve moved to Portland, or Seattle. They were not expecting all of this rain and gloominess. In time they will learn that “winter showers bring wildflowers.”

In Punxsutawney, PA, Phil the Groundhog saw his shadow. For our northern brethren that means six more weeks of winter. Phil was so frustrated he even went to far as to bite the Mayor!
(This is be a great time to remind you to watch “Groundhog Day,” starring Bill Murray and Andie McDowell. Again.)  Down here, Armadillo Bob didn’t see his shadow.  Spring should be here soon. And then gone just as quickly. Then it will become hot, unrelentingly hot.

It’s challenging to have patience when things seem to drag on and on.
It’s challenging to remain optimistic when things aren’t the way you want them to be.
It’s challenging to hold on to your vision and desires, but not hold on too tightly in order to allow for something even better.

DaffsBut, that’s exactly what we must do.

Even now, when I can’t seem to get warm, and feel tired of all the greyness, there are bright red Cardinals flitting among the dead vines on my fence. And there is a cluster of even brighter red berries just beyond that fence. Last week as I walked to work in the cold and rain, I saw the first daffodils coming up.

Winter never lasts. Spring always comes.

XO Donna


Patience, my ass….

imageI’m gonna kill something!

When I first saw this cartoon in the 1970’s there were vultures sitting on top of Saguaro cactus in the middle of the desert. The sentiment is spot-on for my state of mind.

We are THIS CLOSE to being able to list the house…but every time I think the end is in sight, the finish line moves a few feet further away…like a mirage, shimmering in the distance.

It’s all important little details, to be sure. What buyer wouldn’t love a house where all of the trim is freshly touched up, the cabinets are clean and crumb-free, all the corners are dust-bunny free?  We are going over this house with an inspector’s eye, and we hope all our work will translate into a quick sale, and make any buyer thrilled to call this house their own!

A couple of nights ago we hurried out front, as excited as children, to see the beautiful orange Super Moon. It’s always been one of our pleasures, sitting on our front porch and admiring the full moon each month ( and we’ve had many, many moons in this house;  about one hundred and twenty-six of them). imageWhile I will always remember “our porch” I know there will be full moons where-ever we go.  And we have next year’s Super Moon to look forward to…I wonder where we will be when we get to see that one?

I’m noticing a bit of melancholy and frustration as I clean and pack, and I think perhaps staying too busy is my way of avoiding the impending feeling of loss. But I remind myself that even the moon must wane in order to become full and luminous again.  There she will be, back in the sky every month.

We must have endings in order to have new beginnings.

So, as much as I chomp at the bit and want to hurry up and get on with it, I struggle to stay present in each moment and deal with what’s right in front of me, right now, and to celebrate and allow the unfolding of this experience.

Which reminds me of another poster: “God, I ask that you grant me patience. Right now!”

XO Donna