I have three sons, ages 10, 5, and 2. They love to hang out at the construction site of our new house. In the basement/garage, where lumber and all sorts of equipment is set up for the builders (a.k.a. hubby and his dad) to work, there is a pile of "scrap stuff" in one corner that contains small pieces of lumber, particle board, and various tools such as hammers, pliers, and screw drivers. This is the spot where my kids play!
The picture above is a birdhouse that my oldest son made from left-over supplies. Of course, he had some help, but it's still "his". It now sits in a tree at the back curve of our driveway. Yesterday, in the midst of the ice storm, my husband took a picture of it, sitting still and serene while the weather wreaked havoc around it.
What a beautiful reminder, I thought, of how our lives operate. For most of us, there is something or someone, or maybe even several somethings or someones, who ground us, who calm us in the middle of life's catastrophes. Family, friends, hobbies we love... all of these can give us the strength to be like my son's birdhouse... beautiful and untouched, even in the harshest of moments.
Stay warm and safe, and enjoy the beauty that winter has given us this day.