New day, New Year. Mike and I both having a second go around of a winter bug. Yesterday was Mike’s day of misery, which I was hoping to avoid it, but today Mike is better and I’m miserable (those who’ve had this bug know the misery!) and grumpy, so grumpy Mike called me a professional grump!
Yes, grumpy. I was hoping for a healthier start to the New Year. Last year began while I was recovering from a mastectomy, two years ago I was diagnosed with my first bout of invasive breast cancer right before New Year’s Eve. Lots of health challenges and surgeries over the years have given me more than my share of ‘sickly’ New Years! So the ego is grumpy, feeling like I’ve paid my “dues”. I wanted a year that started off relatively healthy, in spite of a painful, dysfunctional knee that has a torn meniscus.
But as I lay in bed being grumpy, I’m also deeply grateful. Grateful for this view. Through decades of health challenges, through the seasons of life, through the seasons of the years, this view of trees….in mid-day sun, or swaying in the wind on a stormy day, or silhouetted in the moonlight… deciduous trees winter bare or green with new spring leaves, towering evergreens reaching for the sky, a flowering currant ablaze in hot-pink blossoms in spring, or it’s bare, red bark branches adding color to the winter landscape….fills my view.
When I lay in bed I can watch birds and chipmunks eat the red berries and seek shelter in the Honeysuckle vines covering the garden gate trellis. Intertwined with pink roses in the summer……they add to a view alive with life, color, and seasonal change.
If I open the window, I sometimes hear birds that fill the branches of the peach tree, or between the car noise on the road, the sound of stillness. The stillness is less and less, but it’s rarity makes it more precious.
For over 35 years I’ve watched these trees grow, and watched some come down. It is not a ‘picture perfect’ view, not a ‘million dollar’ view…it includes the functional surroundings of our life…a duck coop, a rainwater tank, our trailer, and a garden sometimes lovely, often weedy, in the winter rather bleak. But is it still a window on Nature that keeps me sane when the body has kept me housebound. It is the view I stare at when life has overwhelmed me, when the mind is numb, when my thoughts don’t know what to do with themselves, except stare at the trees. And when I am feeling grateful.
My 2016 resolution…. let gratitude grow like the trees out my window. Even the most challenged of lives has blessings. May your view in the New Year include seeing your blessings daily. Even when you’re feeling grumpy!