Spring arrived exactly on schedule….even though I was not ready!
Oh my yes, don’t get me wrong! Spring is my favorite season—when I’m not soaking up summer breezes, gazing at fall colors, or meditating under quite, winter skies. But, this year, spring sneaked up on me because unrestrained recklessness sneaked up on me and overpowered my usual behavior controlled by common sense, caution, and good judgment.
On a dreary day just before Easter, I began cleaning our office. No, I do NOT mean a spray, a swipe, and a smile. I mean a total down and dirty, clean out, undo, sort, move, reorganize, and throw away meltdown. One of those once-every-five-years-whether-it-needs-it-or-not major upheavals.
The problem with this year’s project is that at five years I didn’t have time. At six years all our kids were home for a birthday celebration. It’s now been seven and counting while the stuff kept piling up!
I was just getting started when Easter came along with company and family dinners so I had to hide, cover-up, and shove stuff aside. Every few days, I shredded a stack or two then covered up and shoved aside again to enjoy more company. Today recklessness struck big time and instead of seeing some glimmer of ending, I created more havoc and disarray.
All of which would be fine and good because I thrive on finished projects, neat surroundings, and an orderly environment. BUT, SPRING IS HERE and I want to go outside and dig in the dirt!
Yesterday, Aunt Margaret’s antique yellow iris screamed at me to stop, sit down, and drink in the beauty of its perfect bloom. I did a 30-second stop, quickly smiled, then rushed back inside to my jumble of chaos.
I took a split second to look out my office window and the willow tree, decked out in spring formal attire, sways her arms back and forth calling me to prayer.
So, I’ll just clear a path between stacks of empty folders, newspapers, trash cans, and magazines and shut the office door behind me.
Who will ever know???????
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