Gloomy World.

Ash Wednesday.
Dust, and to dust you shall return.
A day of spurting rain here in Seattle.
And me, with my head filled with worry, a stomach churning, worrying, worrying about how I will make it through a time of unemployment.

But now is the perfect time, to sit and wait, to trust that the sun and the son come once again, to endure the dark and cold.

Still, it's not just a time to sit back and wait. If I were only waiting, waiting for the phone to ring, waiting for that interview, I'd be destitute, one of the loonies ranting on the sidewalk. So I search, and I bake bread, and I read rejection emails and I go for a runwalk and I check craigslist once again.

In all this though is hope, hope in the bowl of fruit with yogurt, hope in the walnut bread, hope in sound of baseball on the radio.