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Hopeful (Eyebrows Notwithstanding)
In yoga, the concept of Santosha is sometimes expressed as ‘contentment’. However, this contentment is not the same as happiness, because santosha implies contentment regardless of circumstance, contentment without striving for a different outcome.
I am truly atrocious at this. Even at the best of times, I constantly identify things that could use improvement. And these are not the best of times. Completely aside from the ongoing pandemic ( no travel, no socializing), it IS February. Cold, snowy…ripe for contemplating what’s wrong with the world.
Like autocorrect. Is autocorrect’s sole purpose to embarrass? Or should we give it credit for providing humor? Condo to condom, hope to hop, auto correct to auto cucumber (& how does that make more sense?), and-my personal favorite- burrata to ‘butt rats’. Or a text conversation with a supplier this morning, when he said he did not have the new pricing on a wine because the ‘tariff was suppository not inserted’. Hmmm?
If I put down the phone to focus outside, all I see is snow. The six more weeks of winter that Punxsatawney Phil prophesized on Groundhog Day seem needlessly optimistic; ten or twelve seem more likely. And honestly, what’s up with that holiday? Here in New England, let alone in Phil’s western Pennsylvania neighborhood, spring is never, repeat never, showing up on February second. They should change it to ‘if he doesn’t see his shadow there will ONLY be six more weeks of winter; otherwise, more.’
See? If I’m not careful, I’ll turn into Andy Rooney, the crusty curmudgeon famous for pointing out customs and practices in need of intervention. (Don’t know who Andy Rooney is? Look him up-he was both hilarious and frequently correct.) But I prefer to think of myself as an iconoclastic optimist, someone who thinks the world can and should be improved, but has hope that it will happen. Also, there’s no way I could grow those eyebrows.
And there you have it- I remain hopeful for the renewal of spring and cautiously optimistic that, at some point in the not too distant future, we’ll see you all in person. Together. At a fun event, with music, dogs, delicious drinkables, and all our favorite people.
Until then, at least we have wine.