It's snowing still. We had about 5 or 6 inches on the last day of school. For the last two days, it has been lightly snowing. It is gray and dreary out there this morning, but two days ago, I was digging in the dirt, digging up crocuses to go with my tulips and daffodils. On my dining room table it is spring. That, and the memory of the smell of the good rich earth, those two things will get me through to days when, finally, I am warm again.
I read a thing on Zsa Zsa Gabor being admitted to the hospital from the stress of her friend Elizabeth Taylor's passing. At 95, she is fearful of being next. Her publicist said, "She isn't going to be next. She's a strong woman, a fighter." I've been thinking on that. I wonder about their world, a world that does not acknowledge that death comes for all of us, and that none of us know when. I wonder about people who believe that they can simply fight off death, simply choose not to die. I wonder about a woman being paid to make pronouncements of who will go first and when. I wonder if this elderly lady is comforted by those empty words. What a foolish and artificial world these people live in!
Mostly though, I find myself wondering once again, when it will stop snowing.
In the depths of winter, I learned that within me there lie an invincible spring ~ Camas