The Storm before the Calm

About once a year for my entire life, I remember my mother saying, “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” She had a slew of those sayings, and what I wouldn’t give to hear my mom utter one of them once more.

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I wish I could ask my precious Mama, “How so?” Her memory fails, as do her words, but I wish so hard for another conversation. I wish so hard to have appreciated her company more. As handy as Google is, I wish so hard for my mom’s spin on everything. “Are we talking about the weather or Jesus? Are we talking about internal lions? I’m asking for a friend.” 

You see. I have this friend named Bristol who has been living in a hotel for seven months. Long story. Natural disaster. House destroyed. She’s over the displacement and the interruption. She doesn’t quite know how much longer for the reconstruction of the aforementioned home, she doesn’t care to talk about the progress or the lack of it, she can’t juggle anything more than her own life, so she has gone semi-mute. You see. My friend Bristol is an introvert who enjoys solitude. Being around people or even talking on the phone drains her energy, and as a teacher, she interacts with over 150 people a day. She feels selfish for her “me” time and guilty for neglecting her relationships as daughter and mother, sister and cousin, niece and aunt, friend and teacher. Bristol would want anyone who knew her to understand the nature of an introspective person. She’s rebuilding—not only her house—but also herself, daily. 

My friend Bristol has a lifelong friend named Cam, who once said, “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Flowers don’t blossom every day. They have their season.” Bristol has huge respect for Cam and good metaphors. I hope you do, too.  

rose of sharon The Rose of Sharon forever reminds me of Mom and Steinbeck.

As March marches to a halt, I remember once more my mother saying, “March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers.”  

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So here’s my spin: a storm brews before each beautiful calm.

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And by “man,” I believe Dumas meant “woman” as well.

 

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4 thoughts on “The Storm before the Calm

  1. Life hands us problems daily, how we handle the problem is our biggest choice &!challenge ~ life’s lessons are learned through our family & friends who battle controversy & crisis, but just when you think you can’t handle anymore, you remember that “you can do all things through Jesus, that no weapon formed against you shall prosper, that you dwell in the secret place if the most high God, that you are blessed coming in and going out, that you have the mind of Christ, that he will never leave you or forsake you, if HE is for us, who can be against us (you, me) and what is impossible with man is POSSIBLE with Jesus!!!
    Love You,
    DanaNana, Mom, Nina

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  2. PS …. Years ago, right outside of Gianna’s bedroom window, Tommy & I planted several Rose of Sharons and we named them Rose of Sharon Petty…& every year when we water, I say, “did you soak my Sharon Petty’s….smile!! 💞

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