“It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.” ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I adore the writings of Anne Morrow Lindbergh. With this particular one of hers running through my mind today, I can imagine her sitting in the front seat of her husband’s plane, goggles on and white scarf flapping. Or of course flying it herself as she too was an aviator! I easily imagine that her moods fluctuated at times, like the takeoffs and landings in those planes of old. This quote brings me comfort when my own moods are fluctuating into different climates rather drastically.
Today I was out and about with errands and tasks, bringing my love with me to my favorite grocery store. The store was quiet and I was served in the only open aisle by a new cashier I’d not seen before, a woman about my age. My warm greeting and friendly chit-chat could not elicit a smile, hardly even eye contact. I stopped after a few friendly comments and fell silent. I felt my mood take a dip, and just observed it happening. Took a deep soothing breath, gave myself an inward smile, and decided to view this unhappy woman with the eyes of love and tenderness. She kept swinging the items over the scanner and watching the screen as I silently observed and consciously changed my perception. What if being new at this store had her feeling unsure? What if she was under the weather in a way that’s not obvious? Or what if cheerful people like me just grate on her nerves? When viewing her this way my heart blossomed back open, and that is a gift to myself. As the debit charge was completed and she handed me the receipt, I met her eyes and gave her a warm smile and saw a hint of one in return.
My mood has been a bit all over the place today, granted I am a bit under the weather on this drizzly day. This new (to me) world of blogging, experiencing joyful heights tempered with nagging doubts and occasional lows, reminds me of how I felt when I was first falling in love with the man who is now my husband. The early of stage of love is a type of ‘madness’ pursued by countless poets for adequate description. The highs, the lows, the worries, the excitement! I am delighted to be in a more stable and mature stage of married bliss now. I look forward to the next stage of blogging as well. Less intensity and more comfort, less ups and downs of moods and more stability. Although I can already see that blogging is like gardening in that it’s never finished, I’ll remain focused on what touches my heart for each post. Like Anne, I will come through this changing climate into a more temperate zone.