Drought

Hmmm, I guess if one is going to have a blog, one should post things from time to time. There seems to be a drought in this blog. Perhaps the lack of postings comes from the drought in my spirit as of late. Not my soul - to quote the old hymn, "it is well with my soul". I am not dry spiritually, but my spirit is dry. Dusty even. It has been a hard year, this past year, and the nurturing of my spirit has been neglected.

It is not only myself that is dry, but our little piece of Texas between Houston and Austin is also in a drought. The weatherman says it is a 100 year drought - we haven't been this lacking in rain since 1917. Fortunately, we have escaped the wildfires that are whipping across the state. There is a burn ban in effect. The lack of rain, this drought, is the talk of the town. Ranchers trying to keep livestock alive. Farmers trying to keep crops alive. Gardeners trying to keep their gardens alive.

I mowed the lawn this morning. Funny I should have to mow, but we have grass that we water. It is "erosion control" until I can replace it with plants, natives that will require little water. There is something satisfying about mowing - bringing order to chaos around my home. And with the order, my spirit is nurtured. I love the hum of the mower, the rhythm of going round and round the yard one strip at a time. It allows me time to think, to reflect, to pray. The chaos of the past year is being put to rest. Order is being restored.

My spirit is slowly being revived, away from the chaos of the city in the peace of the country. Now, if only it would rain.