Virginia

I've been keeping busy with holiday plans since Thanksgiving, and mostly it works to keep my spirits, if not high, at least a degree above lukewarm. Anything that can lift me out of the icy waters of constant political news is all to the good.

Sometimes there is good news sandwiched in between the bad. There are new innovations with incredible mushrooms, for instance, that have the ability to clean toxins from polluted dirt. And innovative young people are discovering amazing ways to reuse and recycle the mountains of trash our consumer economy gives us. Bees are  finding ways to survive, thanks to many changes made in small ways by home gardners and cities all over the world. In my garden things are still blooming, even in December. 

I have run out of patience. Can't get more at the store or from my neighbor. I guess I will have to wait until the patience compartment fills up all on its own. So there you go, I have to be patient to have patience. 

I have run out of waiting. Can't get more at the store or from my neighbor. I guess I will have to be patient until the waiting compartment fills up all on its own. So there you go, I have to wait. Patiently.

One of the things I am not out of is angst. That compartment is overflowing. I have plenty of worry, too. Concern overfilled its bucket long ago. Anger has combined with frustration and put a slightly muddy color over everything. 

So much in my garden is still green even though the fall equinox has come and gone. Usually by this time I would have fall decorations out, in anticipation of one of our favorite holidays, and as the kickoff to all other fall celebrations. But not this year. Today may be the day I dig out the countdown black cat, the various pumpkins made of papier mache or ceramic, and the orange twinkle lights. Maybe I will pull out the crepe paper flowers. 

I've been thinking about another kind of fall today, for some reason. Maybe because fall is a season for kids, and the fall I'm thinking of took me right back into my childhood. Wham. And I was there. 

When I left home in the 1960's, I only left one small hamper behind. It took up very little space. So many years later now and I cannot remember everything that was in it, but I know it wasn't heavy. There was Maggie the auburn haired doll and the beautiful clothes my aunt made for her one Christmas. There was a faux leather zippered notebook that probably contained some of my writing. I think there may have been a stuffed animal or two, but I can't remember. Maybe one of the diaries I was always starting and then aburptly forgetting about? 

My family had a saying to explain almost every aberration they came across when it came to unusual behavior within our system. "Don't worry about it, it's just nerves." Huh. Thinking back on it, every expression that seemed extreme to the occasion was brushed away with that phrase. "Just nerves" was nothing to be afraid of, it was to be expected, it didn't matter. "You'll get over it." Of course you will. It's "just nerves". So for a kid, I took that to mean that any strong emotion did not have value, couldn't be indulged, and should be brushed aside. 

I have done a few homely tasks today, and that makes me feel like I have contributed something. I like that feeling. Women in my generation were raised to serve. We served as waitresses, secretaries, administrative assistants, nurses -- the roles we felt had been assigned because, well, women do these things. It wasn't until the end of my working life that I achieved a position normally held by a man, and for the first year I had to be classified as temporary until I could prove that I could do the job. I could. So for three years, from the age of 62 to 65 I served as Administrator/Chief of Staff for the union that represented 15,000 staff employees in one of the biggest universities in California. I enjoyed the job, and under my watch our budget went from red to black. Programs were working, union staff had workloads balanced, and things hummed along, mostly.

My dream life is usually pretty ordinary. It's in primary colors with broad messages. Sometimes I think I fall short in this area because there doesn't seem to be much complexity. My subconscious likes to use direct messages. Occasionally I have important dreams that require some careful picking through to get to the meaning, so it's not always true that I 'fall short'. But I do imagine other people's dreams are bigger, more important, more meaningful than the simple ones I have.

What's the forecast? Can we count on it? No. We would like to think we can, but no one can predict the future. We hope for sunny weather when we plan a picnic, we hope for rain when we plant a garden. We know these events will occur at some point. But there is just no telling when. There is nothing else to do but accept whatever comes our way. At least insofar as weather is concerned. 

Does the same apply to our moods? Can we choose to be of a sunny disposition? Many say yes, just decide to be happy, that's all it takes. Does it work that way for you? Sometimes there are triggers that bring us to places where we need to be sad, or mad, or even just sit with how confounded we are by people or world events. Up until now, I have had very little patience with this whole process.

For three years my husband and I felt the safety nets surrounding our existence had been tearing. Nothing seemed safe anymore. We couldn't gather together for fear of spreading a deadly disease. Big hole. Our medical providers were overstretched and systems were failing. Big hole. Supplies of medical equipment necessary to treat the sick had been neglected and replacements were not available. Big hole. Supply lines for basic daily needs were interrupted and we scrambled to make do. Big hole. 

We learned to use what we had in our pantrys when we could not figure out ways to shop or organize deliveries. We figured out how to connect safely by using the internet and doing some online gathering. Artists provided free entertainment online so we could have some relief from the daily news of death and more death. We spent time organizing our living space, well some of us! We discovered old hobbies and looked for new ones. We were learning how to patch some of the holes. 

A friend posted a spinner to choose a word for the New Year. Mine popped up 'delight'. I am lucky! It feels like the reflection of what I have been feeling the last day or two. And it has been a very long time since that feeling has lasted more than a moment. So many challenges over the last few years, not only world challenges, social challenges, environmental challenges, but personal ones as well. Challenges of aging, of a body that surprises me almost daily with a new reminder that I am no longer in possession of the energy and flexibility of someone thirty years younger, and self care needs to be at the very top of my to do list every single day.