Where is spring? I see the leaves opening, the shades of green appearing in the woods and fields, the azaleas in bloom. Yet, the winds are chilly, with temperatures more like February than late March. We have stuck close to home, making soup, taking care of estate and tax things for Pop, going to the boat to make sure all is okay there. We intersperse our time with trips to the store, to see Pop, and to meetings.
In the midst of a torrential rain and wind storm before dawn on Sunday morning, one of the giant water oaks gave out, its heart rotten, and its base no longer able to support the mighty limbs. After the shock of seeing this beautiful tree down, we began the work of cutting it up to clear the drive way, making piles of brush and logs that will be split and stored for some future cold days. And we make plans for what to plant to replace the loss, a live oak of some height, and an oak seedling that we have grown for two years. Neither will mature in our life time, but perhaps one day, they will be admired in all their magnificence.
A fellow I sponsor has decided that he doesn't need to go to meetings because the alcoholic is no longer in his life. I wish that it were so simple. I would like to think that I would not resort to irritation, anger, resentment, expectations, and bitter disappointments if I were to walk away from meetings and the fellowship. The truth is I know that I need to be going to more meetings right now. I need to share, do more service work, stay in touch with friends, and sponsor those who do want what I have to offer.
I know that spring is here. I just have to see my way through until it flowers in my heart.