Today, after a minor irritation, wherein Mom and I hopped in our borrowed car to go pick up some fleece from the post office, only to turn right around at the end of the road due to an oil and water light, I found myself inordinately angry. I wanted my fleece, and I wanted it now! I was moments away from foot stomping and angry tears when I made myself pause, breathe and think.
Yesterday, even though it was a bit chilly and cloudy, I went out and sat on a log from my dearly departed black walnut tree and worked on shaving the bark off of one of its branches for a walking staff. I was out there for an hour and a half and didn't notice the time flying by at all. I decided to do the same today, and spent a while out in the sun, sanding it down. When my arms got tired, I grabbed my pruning shears and paid some attention to my roses, talking to each one, of course, because it would be rude not to talk to roses!
This is how I cope with inner turmoil, be it valid, emotional turmoil, or hormonal rages. There's something about fresh air, sunshine and good, honest work that does a soul so much good.
