Growing
Deeper Roots
“Storms
make the oak grow deeper roots.” George Herbert
The
night was filled with storms and dogs pacing. My son and
daughter-in-law are on vacation and their three dogs have been
staying with me for more than a week. Storms make them nervous and
last night thunder and lightening were cracking and spitting as
though the vortex hovered just above my house. No one slept. I
thought about the tornadoes in Texas two days ago; had they spun
their way to our neck of the woods as they so often do. But no horns
sounded, and the power is still on. Storms are a way of life here.
Our trade off for having neither snow nor earthquakes, I suppose.
When
I looked out my kitchen window this morning at first light, I saw an
earth washed clean, the trees now summer green. Everything has its
place, even thunder and lightening. My friend, Harry, and I talked
yesterday about the dark and stormy side of life—which, as you
might imagine, started with a discussion of the politics of the day.
We acknowledged how confusing these times are—how we
humans are still using disguises to hide our true goals and
ambitions. We pretend that others are too dumb to recognize truth. We
spoke of how our conspiracy theorists may actually bring about a
Pygmalion event. Harry and I hope that the pendulum has swung far
enough in the negative direction that it will begin to swing back to
some semblance of sanity. It is as though we are watching a bad play
and won't know how it ends until the final curtain. Stormy times.
During
storms we must hold fast to the ship we know can stay the course. We
cannot give in to conspiracy theorists and nay-sayers. It is doubly
important for people of conscience to stay sane and remain focused on
what really matters, not distracted by smoke and mirrors. These
storms that we are weathering require calm heads and clear sight.
Like the oak after heavy rain, we must be drenched clean and
deep-rooted.
In
the spirit,
Jane
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