Not Waving But Drowning
I recently traveled to Colorado in March where the sun shone every day for 9 days in a row, only to return to the coldest, cloudiest, dreariest April I can remember in Minnesota. It has made the wait for spring intolerable. Its not my imagination. Hostas’ that had been given some encouragement by several 60 plus degree days in March have re-entered hibernation, shivering at the surface of the ground, waiting for May to venture forth further. We shall all have to be patient; robins, flowers and people, snow flakes falling for the third day in a row outside my window, out of what feels like spite by Mother Nature this late in April.
I think many of us have felt like we are drowning at times this past year, while pretending to our family and friends that we were waving. The problem with this image of drowning is its a myth, its not based on reality. Its the way people who can swim picture that those that can’t must look like when they are in trouble. Most drowning victims go down like a stone, silently, the first mouthful of water a liquid muzzle that stifles any call for help. No hands waving above the surface, their hands below the water line wildly trying to swim ineffectively, with only a couple of ripples remaining after they disappear. It is with such ease that many people drown that onlookers are shocked when they realize what has happened.