It had been thundering for the past half an hour, and then it started to rain.
I was out in the garden picking green beans Tuesday night.
I could feel the anger slowly melting away.
In the Christian tradition, there is a thought that goes like this….Be angry but do not sin…do not let the sun go down on your anger.
The word sin has all but disappeared in the work a day English language.
Too bad. It literally means “to miss the mark”… a word picture of a faulty bow (bow and arrow) that doesn’t shoot straight…shoot an arrow with this bow and it will inevitably veer to the left or right.
So there I was grousing a bad attitude about something I could not shake. I did not want to have a bad attitude but i did…. If I told you what it was that had me vexed, you wouldn’t believe it. Doesn’t matter. problem was, I could not shake it. Tried everything I knew…
And then it started to rain….and the bad attitude just sort of dissolved…. Not sure how that works, but I like it.
Stopped by my mom and dad’s yesterday morning for coffee. They are both in their 80’s….still live on the family farm. Dad was outside pushing a riding lawnmower onto a trailer. I got there just in time to help him finish.
I cherish moments like that, all the more of late… There has been a slew of obituaries in the local paper of people I know….most of them my parents age or younger.
My favorite moment yesterday happened just before I left. I asked dad about the young farmer who had recently purchased an adjacent farm dad used to farm.
(I’m scratching my head wondering how that math works…farm ground around here is still in the $5000, to $6000 per acre range, and with current corn and bean prices, dad lost money last season farming that same ground).
Dad said...”The younger generation has never experienced what can happen when the bottom drops out. I have. You never forget those things.. I would be very careful just how much debt you take on right now. One of the salesman in the local John Deere store told me this week, they are looking at a long term gradual decline in sales, just like back in the 1980’s…”
Listening to my dad validate my concerns did something for me.
It helped me to feel grounded.
Picking green beans in the rain and having coffee with my parents gave me a sense of being grounded.
When you hear that term “grounded,” what does that mean to you? What are some ways that happens in your life? I want details.
One ton of fresh compost