Muddy Thoughts

Around here, at this time of year, everything is muddy, including my thoughts. At least this year they are. They are cold, a little gloomy, and waiting. Waiting for sunshine, for warmth, for beauty, and for new life. Blossoms and babies are making a timid appearance and although it is still freezing cold most days, there are some days that offer the hope of change, (and I don't mean for that to sound pro Obama, I am not impressed with his idea of change). May holds the promise of Mother's Day, my birthday and garden planting. I guess I can hold out until then, put on another sweater, wear the rubber boots, and fire up the heater, for just a few more weeks.....

What I have a harder time visualizing is the springtime of the soul. The new life, and positive changes that need to happen in the cold hearts. Seeds of love just don't seem to grow in freezing conditions and the only way I seem to know how to warm them up is with a blow torch... I need to pray for the sunshine of the soul, for a more gentle spirit that leads to gentle answers, perhaps then I will learn how to at least turn away the wrath. I am hoping for the end of winter harshness and the new birth of beginnings that lead to kindness. There is a worse crisis than the economy these days, there is a crisis of wisdom and insight and moral integrity. Shiny things, shiny people, the pursuit of riches and the facade of wealth, they dazzle the weak minded and lead astray the masses. I suppose it has always been thus. I suppose it is a problem as old as time itself. I suppose that in May I will not be so bothered by it.