There’s a saying in Louisiana that if you don’t like the weather wait a few minutes and it will change. Change it does. Tuesday morning we woke up in Louisiana to record-breaking nineteen degree weather. Cold, overcast. Some schools even closed. Four days later it’s in the sixties and the Chamber of Commerce couldn’t have asked for a lovelier day. Life can be much like the weather. Some days we need to carry the sunshine in our hearts.
Awareness. Gratitude. A listening heart.
As I write today, many are focused on the outcome of a football game. Both economically and emotionally, I suppose it’s important to the people of Louisiana. Since last Saturday I’ve been pondering the ritual and traditions of ‘winning’. I love traditions! I LOVE TRADITIONS! But I’m not so sure that all of life’s joys and sorrows can be grounded in something as simple as a box of chicken……or. can. it.
When I was a little girl growing up in Monroe, Sunday afternoons were a special time. My father took us for family drives in the country often to the “country” to West Monroe to visit my grandmother and other relatives or to Seale-Lily ice cream often ending up at a cookout with family and friends. Sometimes my brothers and I would get to choose our own destination for these family outings. I rarely wavered from my choice: a picnic of KFC on the grounds of the Monroe Airport to watch the planes. Who says adventure and beauty can’t be found in a box of chicken!
As we embark on this new year I see beauty, hopes and vision in that box of chicken and in all that surrounds me.
In all that is, was and is to come…..
“I know that who I am is numbered in each grain of sand,
Yes, “I’ve been blest, again and again….”
BethSings 
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