This is the week that, for me, summer has completely ended. I’m back at work full-time, basically all week, although classes start the week after.
And so today I was in a contemplative mood, adding up summer 2023. It’s been, from a weather perspective, pretty crazy globally. Canada and Hawaii, which don’t share a lot in common, both dealing with historic wildfires. Phoenix baking in dangerous heat for weeks. And where I live, while luckily it wasn’t always super hot, we often had poor air due to Canadian smoke. What we didn’t often have was rain.
A drought. The dead zone in the Gulf of Mexico being smaller, not because we’ve cleaned up our state, but because rain didn’t wash our dirt into the Mississippi.
Luckily, we’ve had a bit of rain lately. As my wife and I ate breakfast late this morning (after church), there was a patter of drops on our sun room roof. There is a good chance of rain tonight, thankfully. We need it.
This has been a good weekend for me, with yesterday occupied with fun with grandchildren—a swimming outing and a nice cookout at a daughter’s house.
The Mass this morning included that Old Testament passage where Isaiah encountered God not in the wind, earthquake or fire, but in the whisper.
I went in back to empty full water containers from basement dehumidifiers. I decided to do that chore before going on an afternoon bicycle ride.
And I was enchanted. We had just had rain, and plants were wet with droplets. There have not been that many walks in the yard like this during this drought summer. Green grass. Damp flowers. The air feeling a little crisp and fresh.
As I made images of the damp leaves, I started to think about luck. One sign of luck is a four-leaf clover, and I was wandering around, making images, but glancing down, seeking but not finding that elusive pattern.
I didn’t find it, and I started to decide that it didn’t matter. Luck doesn’t come from an anomaly in clover leaves. I don’t think it comes entirely from ourselves, either. I can improve my odds with making good life choices, but luck is capricious, too.
And looking for positive signs in the universe maybe is to ignore the whisper. The universe itself is a positive sign, even as the world heats up and we need to recognize the need for collective actions to reverse our destructive trends.
So, I decided it didn’t matter if I found a lucky clover. It’s been a lucky weekend for me, full of family and swimming and good food. That has to be enough.
And, of course, after I decided that it didn’t matter, was this a whisper?