We are on day six of rain here in Charlotte, and I’m not sure when it will end. The old nursery rhyme comes to my mind as I look out my window and meditate.
The problem with rain, rain, and more rain is one is inclined to get depressed. To add to my woes I picked up this month’s copy of the magazine, The Sun, only to discover that this month’s theme is addiction. Even the page of quotes would depress the happiest person I know.
It would be easy to follow suit and write about addiction to objects and misery, but I surprise the urge. Instead I’m reminded that February showers bring March madness, spring baseball, daffodils and dogwoods, and my favorite the scent of honeysuckle. A friend calls and suggests a Friday lunch, I invite my grandchildren to breakfast tomorrow morning, and look across the room at my Advanced Reading Copies of my next novel,The East End .
Addiction and depression spiral us downward. When we feel their pull apply a little physics. Start to spin in the opposite direction. Soon you are spiraling upward toward the sun.