Cleaning out the junk drawer


It seems fitting that on this last day of the year, I was inspired to clean out my junk drawer. It was totally unplanned, but happened because I was looking for batteries for my headlamp, which I had discovered in an old backpack. When I realised how disorganised the junk drawer had become, it turned into a very satisfying project that lead to weeding out plenty of unneeded items and gave me a better idea of what’s in there. I always seem to work better at tasks like that when inspiration comes out of the blue. It’s no longer a chore, but more of a creative endeavor, involving rearranging, sorting, organising and rediscovering…all positive things, and a very good way to bring this old year to a close.

Now a new year is about to begin. I feel a new energy and want to transform it into something creative, perhaps even more writing, which I’ve neglected since before the pandemic.

May joy, renewal, healing and love abound in the days and months ahead.


Snow in March

March has often seemed to be the month for surprise storms, the kind that come when you really want winter to be on the wane, but it’s not quite ready to let go. Today it started snowing early in the morning and kept up all day, at times falling thick and fast, leaving around 8″ more on the ground. I shoveled paths at mid-day and by 4pm there was as much snow on them again as I had taken away earlier. As well, my road wasn’t even plowed and mail wasn’t delivered. That brought to mind this accolade, attributed to the US Postal Service:

“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” ( I guess such dedication during snow storms isn’t as much in evidence these days.)

I was curious about this and discovered that it has an unexpected origin:

“While the Postal Service has no official motto, the popular belief that it does is a tribute to America’s postal workers. The words above, thought to be the motto, are chiseled in gray granite over the entrance to the New York City Post Office on 8th Avenue and come from Book 8, Paragraph 98, of The Persian Wars by Herodotus. During the wars between the Greeks and Persians (500-449 B.C.), the Persians operated a system of mounted postal couriers who served with great fidelity.”

There is a certain hush during a snow storm, when walking along a rural road with no traffic, and only the soft touch of snow flakes on a coat, muffled footsteps, and sometimes a surprising cascade of snow from the trees. That happened on my walk this afternoon, and for a few seconds I stood under a shower of white.

As much as I’m looking forward to spring and emerging bulbs and the return of song birds, today’s storm and the wonderland beauty it brought gave me a renewed appreciation for the monochromatic landscape under a blanket of fresh snow.