Snowdrops and Robins and Spring
First we notice that the light is changing. It’s more beautiful and filled with soft colors. The Robins come next, hopping on the grass between the remaining patches of snow. Then the tiny white buds of our Snowdrops appear. I know it’s still technically winter, but I don’t care. I have my signs and I take heart from them. When they appear, something in me shifts and I feel more hopeful, which always catches me by surprise. No matter how many times I experience these first signs of spring, they always delight me.
I am buoyed up by the beauty of the natural world. Especially now, when the thuggery in the political world so disgusts me. Is there a political man who does not disappoint, who is not pushing a self-serving, hidden agenda, who isn’t what they call a political animal? Where are the strong, honest men like my Grandfather and Father? Where are the strong, honest, generous, men like my quiet Husband? Where are the spiritual friends, with whom you can talk about faith, doubt and the deep spiritual things? Are there no such virtuous men in the lives of our public “servants” to help them stay on the right path? Do the current people in political life even have the desire or time for such necessary relationships?
There seems to be no end to the current stories of politicians who are womanizers, manizers, drinkers, tax cheats, swindlers, liars, and political thugs. Do truly good men only exist in the quieter waters of family life? Do the temptations inherent in political life work to destroy virtue over time, like fast moving water wears away rock? In my mind the possibility of virtue not being sustainable under the pressures of long term political life is all the more reason for Term Limits. The saying about absolute power corrupting absolutely holds true. One keeps a headstrong horse on a short rein, and a tricky politician should also be kept to a short reign.
I must spend more time being outside as weather permits. I need to walk to throw off the dark clouds the news leaves over my day. I truly understand why Lizzy Bennet went for long walks in the countryside of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. There is something so calming and renewing in being outdoors. As Jane said, “To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.”