The weight of things invisible
It's spring in Powell Butte and that means the annual shifting-of-the-soils has begun. I always wonder which farmer ends up with the best dirt in his field when the winds finally die down? Or who ends up with whose fertilizer? The fact that Powell Butte grows a lot of rocks and cows makes total sense to me now! Because, you know, they're heavy, so they tend to stay put. These are the ridiculous thoughts I ponder during times of self-isolation due to a world-wide pandemic. How about you?
Truth is, I'm one of those weirdos that prefers to stay home. Always have been. But we live in a world that often keeps calling us out into the bluster, and I have yet to discover a tax accountant, grocery store, or hairdresser who makes house-calls. So, I close the damper on the woodstove, hoping that a rogue downdraft won't send smoke back into the stovepipe while I'm out. Then I fling the barn doors open wide, taking full advantage of Mother Nature's free cleaning services, and I'm off, through gust and gale, driving down the grade and back again! These are the routine to-and-fro comings and goings of a busy life that we've all come to appreciate, because, given the current state of affairs, they reflect the rhythm of an abundant, if rather turbulent, existence.
Often, we can't see where the wind is coming from, where it's going, or what kind of turmoil it might bring into our world at any given moment. But, let us consider that, maybe, shifting winds can be perceived as a messenger of sorts - a reminder that some of the most precious and important realities in life are beyond our five senses. Things like, loving your neighbor, and a sense of community and perseverance and hope - basic truths that are just as invisible as the wind (or a virus), but oh-so-tangible in a crisis. We shouldn't be surprised when these traits rise up in a situation because, if humanity's very foundation is perfect love, then, just like being in a house of mirrors, love's multi-faceted reflections are something that adversity never sees coming!
So, don't ever believe the lie that if you can't see, taste, touch, feel or smell something, it isn't real. Because the hot winds of discouragement are trying to assault our world, and the mighty rush of compassion, compliance and cooperation are going to stop it in its confused and slithering tracks.
America gets a bad rap sometimes for her drawn curtains and deserted cul-de-sacs. But, when duty calls, she will lean her shoulder into the plight of the vulnerable every time. Proof positive that when a nation decides to put its weight behind that which is true, noble and right, one whispered prayer adds to another until an invisible heaven comes down to earth and stays put.
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