Abundance, Pt. II

And then there’s this: which my sweetheart is making for me right now. Life is good.

Abundance

Life has been rushing by so quickly, the days just flying; time seems compressed by the early-falling darkness and the pell-mell effort, every day, to get it all done. It’s easy, easy, easy to feel pushed, pinched, pressed, exhausted. And tempting to feel that there isn’t “enough” — enough time, enough energy.

But there is a stack of firewood sitting on the back patio, now covered with snow, that reminds me that there is abundance. I built a fire the other evening, even though I was tired, and just the simple act of gathering the arm load of wood, arranging it on the grate, and setting the match brought me back to myself. The house filled with mellow warmth and we sat by the fire all evening — Carol and I, and the three dogs. Slowly. Quietly. Warmly.