Report From PIA – December 27
As I look out over Poison Ivy Acres this morning, I see that the snow is melting. It doesn’t look like winter, but it damn sure isn’t spring.
When I was young it would start snowing around Thanksgiving and the ground would be white until April. It isn’t news to anyone, however, the weather has changed, and for us in the Northeast, winter is some of this and some of that. There are periods in our lives when we feel the same way.
We all experience times when nothing is growing, particularly, and we are neither completely dormant nor springing out of the ground with productivity. This is how I feel right now. Yes, I’m writing my usual columns and working on new talks and book proposals, but there isn’t huge progress or leaps being made at the present time.
I know that despite these feelings of being neither here nor there, I’m fortunate. I do have regular paying gigs, after all. So as I straddle that line between now and later, I do completely appreciate what I have, just as I look forward to coming seasons.
This is the bottom line for me: that no matter what the landscape looks like at the present, I am committed to doing whatever I can to move forward.
Some snow, some bare ground. Fifty degrees today, and fourteen predicted for Tuesday.
