My stress level today almost dragged me down into the muck and mire of lament. I squirreled myself away in my office and hammered at file after file, wrestling with the gnarliest problems in the stack on my desk. My heart pounded. Tension gripped my muscles. A searing pain shot through my head.
Then I came home in the sweetness of the evening spring rain. I stood over the garden that my friends created in the side yard. Serenity beckoned to me from the rich earth. My spirit stretched towards the lushness of the perennials. I closed my eyes and willed the vise to relax its hold. With each long draw of spring air, my focus narrowed, until I saw nothing other than that peaceful patch of ground.
It’s the sixteenth day of the twenty-ninth month of My Year Without Complaining. In the midst of chaos, life continues.
Your garden looks lovely! Your friends did a good job!