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Good Golly
Molly---It Is Over!
By Sharon Hopper
After what seemed a lifetime this winter we are on the brink of spring.
To me this was the longest time I can remember that I was trapped
inside. I love the outside and the fresh air. Heck I even drive my car
in the winter with the windows down so I can breathe the fresh air. My
husband on the other hand has the heater on what seems 100 degrees. In
other words it is ‘hot’. Same with our house. Hot, stuffy, and dry. I
boiled many pans of water on the stove to create humidity. I really
needed a project to take up some time.
I play organ and have made many CD’s over the years and have always
wanted to organize them into albums that I could save or give away. I
knew this was going to take a lot of time. I fiddled with my music CD’s
and remade the many songs in my library into four CD albums that I want
to keep for posterity and at my age posterity may not be too long. This
is what led me to think………and thinking is sometimes bad for me. Why do
we keep the stuff we keep?
Who in the world cares about all our stuff except us? I have watched
many commercials about stuff to purchase and I often think I want
something but when I really consider the purchase I usually determine
that I will either not use it, or I will only have to give it away or
throw it away because my children do not seem to want or need anything
that I have. I already have a house full of stuff that is falling out
of closets and cupboards. I am always cleaning out those areas and
every time I look around I have more. I have concluded that my things
have babies. Does anyone else have this problem? But suddenly my
thoughts are coming around to the one thing I cannot save. It will come
and it will leave all on its own. We only have a short time to enjoy
it. It will be fresh, alive, beautiful, and full of promise. Spring!
Spring is full of newness and promise. It is growing, blooming,
budding, birthing, and recreating all that is good this dark world of
ours. It is fresh, smells good, and feels warm, and comforting just to
lie in the grass and gaze at the sky. Yet it lasts only a few weeks.
This year I plan on not wasting it on frivolous things. I plan to drink
in every moment I can. I cannot save it, store it, or replace it.
Spring comes only once a year. Full of promise, beauty and who knows,
this spring could be my last one. Now I am not planning of that but
only God knows the future and I truly feel that often we forget that
tomorrow may not come and we forget to live today. Join me in
discovering today and making it the best time of year you can. Look,
touch and feel the real world. Walk barefoot in the grass, get your
fingers in the dirt, cuddle a puppy or kitten, pet a calf, pick up a
baby chick, plant something that will grow, and most of all love the
opportunity that has been given to us to have this Spring. Winter will
be here soon enough.
By Sharon Hopper
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