“The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love.”- William Coffin
It is still snowy. All this snow is depressing and monotonous. It makes my life feel like my life is depressing and monotonous. I love snow, the first week. I am completely over it now. I feel everything, even weather is best in moderation. If only we lived in Camelot! I love the idea of a legal limit to the amount of snow and being able to control the weather like that. (I am now singing that song in my head.) I wonder how much the weather and winter really affects our moods and feelings. I know after awhile the cold and snow seem to drain me. The birds disappear in the winter and the trees look dead, even the people appear to hide in the winter. Winter is a lonely time of year.
I enjoyed the reading this week by Wendell Berry The Making of a Marginal Farm. It reminded me of the family farm. Particularly the line “To attempt to make a living from such land is to impose a severe strain on land and people alike.” The farm was a stressful place for our family and a cause for many arguments and heartache. I try to remember mainly the happy parts of it, but there were a lot of sad parts too. A farm is a lot of work! It is a lot of stress! There is also a bunch of death and loss in farm life that people do not think about which can also get to you. It would be great if the old movies and television shows were the real case of farm life, but it is not like that. If one thing is going right then something else seems to go wrong, much like the rest of life.
I honestly have nothing happy to speak of today and I guess that is alright since the world is not always a happy place, but I feel as if I have said all I should for the day.
“The true remedy for mistakes is to keep from making them.” –Wendell Berry
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