No Longer Adrift

This photo captures a snowdrift which still flanks the edge of our driveway.  This winter's tale is revealed in the layered sediment of the bank.  The frozen top, crystalline and curled, sculpted by the wind and frigged temperatures, looks like creamy icing atop a cake. 

Crystals of snow are in constant motion.  The wind will lift the smallest pebble and relocate it again and again, and again.  The bank changes daily by minute measurements.  

Since losing my job last fall I've been in constant change.  Subject too, to the elements that influence my being.  Microbes of my spirit caught up in the whirlwind, strewn haphazardly about, laid to rest only to be elevated and relocated again.  

Hope and disappointment.  
Revealing and hiding.  
Ambitiousness and humility.    

I have been a drift.  In constant opposition, being thrown one way and then another.  A human being molded, grain by grain, until one day my form and being are noticeably different.  The shape of my life has miraculously become something new, something better.  

I'm noticing small wonders more.  I see color more.  I'm finding the energy and ambition to do more.  I'm finding time has slowed down.  I'm laughing and singing and dancing.  I'm writing and creating.  I'm thanking and thankful.  I'm dreaming.  

The wind has died down and the sun in warming the earth.  This frozen glacier that has wrapped my soul is thawing.  I am sediment.  I am settled.