I am always amazed at the amount of water shed from the sky here in West Virginia. After living forty years in the semi arid climate of Colorado, this is a shock to the system. Oh, the humidity is great for my skin. And I have stick-straight hair so humidity is the only thing that gives it a little body. But, man….dark, gray, rainy days can really wear on a person after a while.
The creek has been running awfully high this week from all the rain. The ground is saturated. There’s a dead tree out by the road alongside the creek and it has shed some branches that have partially blocked the culvert. Unfortunately, I didn’t notice that till now and it isn’t safe to get down in there to clear it out so it will have to wait. I have a rain gauge out front. I haven’t emptied it since before I left for Colorado so it’s been at least five weeks. It is full to the top…twelve inches! I have no idea how long it has been full so who knows how much rain we’ve received? I walked the creek from the road to up behind the barn just before dark and I don’t think it’s going to flow over. And if it does, it will go over the road before it comes in the house. At least we didn’t get the ice storm they predicted.
I’ve been glued to my laptop all week migrating content from FB to the new website. It’s slow going because I’m also backing everything up in a Word document. Rainy days aren’t so bad when you’ve got a nice cup of tea and some soft classical music in the background. I seldom curl up with a good book anymore, though. Ever since I started writing after Mr. Virgo died, I try not to read other people’s work. I find it taints my thinking and I don’t want to run the risk of inadvertently plagiarizing someone. Writing soothes me…it sharpens my mind and keeps me focused. It has done wonders toward healing my heart and spirit. I am very protective of my writing time. You can ask anyone with whom I have stayed in the last four years…I retire early even when I am a guest so that I may write. It’s therapy, hobby, recreation, and mental exercise. It’s as much a part of my day as breathing now. Early on, I would sometimes schedule a week’s worth of posts ahead of time when I traveled in case I was out of cell or wifi range. Eventually, I found myself writing anyway so I just write. It’s what I do. It’s what I love. ❤️
“The words of the mouth are deep waters, but the fountain of wisdom is a rushing stream.”
Proverbs 18:4 NIV
Thank you for finding comfort where it can be found, whether a walk in the woods or the black ink marks made upon snowy white paper, reminding one of the lessons of the day…I am trying myself to make sense of this world and what has come to pass….
It is a trying time for many, Deborah. I pray…a lot. And I write. Thank you for being here, dear one.