Grimm's Musings: The seasonal winds are a ...
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I was raised in NE Ohio and know of winter's full impact. I can tell you guys, there's some beauty looking out across the landscape and witnessing that fresh white blanket of snow while you're wrapped up in flannel from head to toe, listening to the furnace burn through one's hard earned financial security.
On mornings that we awakened to the white, bone-chilling, frozen beauty, every neighborhood experiences this crinkling, crunching frozen treat as far as the eye can see. These mornings were christened with the sounds of muffled voices wrapped into mummy layered protection against cursing the cold. The momentary silence was soon join with the indescribable syncopated hate-filled sounds of scrapping of ice covered windshields, snow shovels releasing driveways and sidewalks and snow plows freeing streets so stranded drivers can go to work or play. In the long winter months as the Alberta Clippers pushed frigid temperatures into your very bones, a person prays for this season to end.
I was sent to San Antonio, Texas many times during my Army career to be at Fort Sam Houston. It was as if God was giving me an opportunity to compare South Central Texas to Ohio. Of course, not being one who tries to ignore God's leadings, the missus and I packed and moved PERMANENTLY to Texas. We proudly identify ourselves as a Texans. Now, y'all we weren't born Texan but by God's mercy we got here as soon as we could.
Here in South Central Texas, we smile at the hours we measure winter's "harsh" temperatures. We chuckle at the memories of layers of snow, slush, frozen fingers and toes that lasted for MONTHS. Here in our portion of God Bless Texas we are so much more cheerful as the few weeks of so called "winter" goes right into summer's HEAT. We don't find ourselves praying for the weather season to change as the Texas bright sun shines upon us and we feel that warmth of God blessing us as He is all of Texas.
Alas, we have grown tired of the pitiful political season that has settled upon us all these long months. There is no beauty in the blankets of bull, lies, half-truths, insults and bickering laid thick on every ear. There is absolutely no way to scrape off this s-s-s-stench our collective culture has had to endure. We have had more squalls blasting us all that are piled up and will not melt into nurturing anybody's lawn. But we've got to get through this particular hard political season together. As American born and raised, we've been through harsh seasons like this before. (Remember the 1968 Democratic Convention? or the 2008 Republican Convention?) Do NOT let them tear us apart!
Take a lesson from a rocking chair. As the Texas winds blow across your porch, look at a rocking chair. It naturally rights itself. Yet, if it refuses to recover from the rocking of too far in one direction it will topple! My Friends, if we ignore God given common sense America is gonna do the same.