"One morning in spring, when the birds were chirping and the daisies were smiling everywhere, Eeyore woke up with a black cloud hovering over him."
I feel like Eeyore - sometimes. I have to add "sometimes" because for the most part I'm filled with joy and gratitude, but lately I'm Eeyore. I read my son a bedtime story tonight and the quote above was on the first page; I can relate. A combination of unintentional sleep deprivation and too much human contact is making me cranky. I was explaining this to my friend Terri the other day, and she was struggling with exactly the opposite. Too much alone time was making her wacko, so she packed up one of her kids and went to see the cherry blossoms in DC, along with a 100,000 other folks. She reveled in the crowded Metro trains and city jam packed with people.....who all wanted to look at trees by the way. I understand the tree thing - I'm a total tree hugger, but with tons of other people? No thanks. It sounded like a nightmare to me but she said, "No, I loved it! I love talking with people, I need to use all my words!" She made me laugh out loud.... spoken like a true extrovert.
I needed the exact opposite so I spent the entire next day by myself, trying to use as few words as possible. I retreated to a local garden and walked, and sat, and avoided people as best as I could. Just me and the trees, flowers and a lonely snake. It was lovely, but not long enough. Since it was the day after Easter, I was still reflecting on Jesus' life and could see why He retreated from the crowds to the solitude of a garden or mountain or wherever He could get away for peace and prayer.
Isn't it funny that God planted Adam in a garden and a garden is where Jesus went to spend the last minutes before His arrest? There's something soothing about it I guess. Anyway, I won't stay like Eeyore forever, by the end of the story his drizzly black cloud produces a rainbow. Off to sleep now!
a whole day, alll by yourself, in a garden, oh, that sounds heavenly! Seems like all I can do to get a minute of peace is hide in the rest room - and even then someone is knocking, calling me from across the house, or sliding something under the door...
Miss you and love to read your posts :)
Posted by: Leslie | 04/08/2010 at 07:34 PM