A Windy Day

The wind is gusting leaves up the river. The sky is sunny. The neighborhood is full of friends, families and otherwise adventurous folks biking, walking and riding against the breeze celebrating this sunny Sunday. After a week of rain, it’s welcome respite.

I find it funny that after writing the last blog entries first about the river being so low and clear (Oct. 4), then about it being hidden by fog (Oct. 5), today it’s roaring, high and muddy from the rains. We’ve experienced our third flood in 13 months and although we weren’t evacuated this time, I’m reminded how life can change on a dime.

Whether it’s through the destructive earthquakes in Asia, hurricanes in the Gulf or rain in our neck of the woods, nature is constantly teaching me to be grateful, patient, and how the adage about the only thing constant being change is so true.

As I watch my son sprouting from a baby into a young boy before my very eyes—my own little patch of nature indoors—I’m reminded how near we as humans are to the changing currents of the outside world, and how just when we think our well is dry, everything can turn and we can be overwhelmed with great abundance flowing our way.