The cold front powered through, the abnormal summer weather gave way to true spring, and the days of persistent sinus/ear/whatever pain in my head dissolved away. Thanks to the weather and some very strong antibiotic, I’m back in the saddle again and riding (virtually at least) through a beautiful day: big, bright clear sky, and temperatures in the 50s promising to cross over 60 later.
The late great poet Jane Kenyon once wrote:
There’s no accounting for happiness
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
But I think there is some accounting for it at times that has to do with the end of suffering, discomfort, confusion or trauma (although it’s possible to find happiness even in moments of ditzy and exhausted pain). There’s the happiness of release and arrival, the happiness of connection and freedom, the happiness of seeing again after being distracted for a long time, the happiness of coming home to some semblance of balance. For any and all of this, I am grateful and also amazed.