Then finally this morning a technology stress fracture doubled my own joint pain.
The iPad was down for the count and so was my work computer.
But I saw the sun rising, and I knew temps would soon be as well.
Grabbing my camera and a knapsack I drove to a farm where I like to hike.
The winding paths there act as a muse, perfect for putting life’s stressors in perspective with every step I take.
And perhaps guiding me closer to new roads I might want to travel in the near future.
I smile thinking about the sign I saw on my drive over, right next to the old brick church
“A January thaw is God’s way of giving us hope”.
I look up at the stalks dancing with the sun under a cloudless sky of blue.
I do my own brief ballet in the breeze, filled with hope once again for a new week.
And perhaps the rest of my winter.
Call it a miracle, but my iPad and computer both managed to heal themselves while I was gone.
Maybe it is true that hope springs eternal once those murky waters of stress dry up.
I know I’ll be holding on tight to that belief.