Today, I felt overwhelmingly happy again. What is with these emotional highs and lows? Up on the mountain and down in the depths.
Maybe it was the sun.
The sun came out today.
L'Abri has been very grey the past few weeks. It's been snow and rain storms and fog and finally, sigh, here comes the sun.
Yesterday was the first golden day which I spent climbing up Mount Gardner.
During lunch, members of the community found themselves lounging in the sun with their full bowls of lentil dahl. Later we spent a significant amount of time reading the second half of Mark. Clark read to us and we got to just take it in and scribble down or make mental notes of observations. The time ended with a long discussion and Tim demonstrating how a walking horse walks.
A few songs later, a trio of gals came marching down the road my way, catching me slightly off guard. The road had been so vacant, it was easy to forget that humans exist or knew that I existed.
Why is it all so different from a week ago? A week ago, I felt so drowned and incapable of even imagining feeling overcome with delight again. Is it the weather? Is it me? I wish the swing wasn't so great between the two.