It has been nearly a month since my last post- the longest stretch since I started this blog. What have I been doing? Let's just say December had a lot of stormy weather and I was worn out. You see I am delicate. Fragile. Like a flower. I do not always come out the other side of storms in good shape. I am not a fir tree, though I admire them tremendously. But I did not forget... in the midst of the stormy weather, when my 'what ifs' swirled around...to ask another question. What would? What would Steve do? What would my dad do? What would a fir tree do?
Steve would tether the faux Christmas tree to the wall and put only the unbreakables on it, so that the kitten could enjoy it. He would laugh at her often and consider leaving it up a bit longer...Valentine's decorations? Shamrocks? And so it remains. I have learned to play peek-a-boo and tag with the ninja cat.
Dad would carry on at work, even through stormy times. Be a good parent. Help a friend when their family receives a cancer diagnosis. And so I have and so I will continue to do.
A fir tree would sway in the wind, occasionally a large and weakened branch would snap off. Frightening at times, but also comforting as the wind sings through the needles, sometimes so loudly that it sounds as though the trees say an endless, "Hushhhhhhhhhhhh" Be still. And so I have snapped a few times, but also spent many moments being still, listening to the trees.