You know how miserable I was this morning. I got over it. How?
|Ice on the cranberry bog|
There was an open well that looked bottomless, but I dropped a rock in it and I think I heard it land. If I fell into it, I would have not fit. I would be wedged against the walls. But animals could easily fall in.
There were lots of milk weed everywhere. In fact, I came home covered in it.
We met a lady walking her dog, and stopped to chat with her. She is a geocacher. She has been all over the world geocaching.
Somewhere in the brisk air, beautiful vistas, looking down bottomless wells, learning about geocaching, and most probably trying to pick off the milk weed fluff, my spirits were lifted. I could have sung my way home.
Also, I was too busy to wallow in self pity. I had a RCIA class to facilitate, in a couple of hours. In fact, I was so rushed, I had no time to shower. The poor catechumenate.
Now I find myself, calm and happy. What a difference a day makes!