Rhythm
The
snow came early last year, before I had a chance to rake. The leaves
were left for after winter and I'm now dealing with them. This morning I
took a few bags over to the town dump. All of this through my rhythm
off. The raking, and blowing, and bagging were supposed to happen
before Christmas, not on the eve of Palm Sunday. But what I expected
and what transpired were two different things. It goes without saying
that we cannot predict the future, that long-held patterns may be
disrupted. But the ones that hold offer a sense of constancy in a
chaotic world.
Tomorrow
we begin holy week, kicking off with Palm Sunday, then making our way
to Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and finally, Easter. It
will all be familiar. But don't be surprised if something unexpected
happens. Rely on what you know to deal with unfamiliar. I promise you
that if you're paying attention this coming week you'll see things you
know very well -- and you'll come across things that are wholly new.
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