The old stories comfort me.
The comfort is the same as when I was a child.
Revisiting old familiar stories allow me to breathe and feel safe for awhile.
But in a different way.
Today, they comfort me and they enlighten me but in an “adult” way.
I don’t worry any more that Johnny stole my pencil in 3rd grade.
I don’t worry that my parents were so mean that they would not let me go to a party with all of the cool kids.
It is a different way.
A way that deals with the threats of nuclear war, civil unrest and my own mortality.
Fears of war that may drag on forever and include my precious grandson.
I always strive to be prepared for the “winter” especially when it is the winter of my soul.
My soul seeks comfort in old familiar faces, stories, beliefs, traditions, values.
The Library of Congress
Here for your enjoyment is an old and familiar tale from the Library of Congress website.
It is a story of preparation. It is a story of living in the moment.
For me, it is a story of balance.
The Ants & the Grasshopper
One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.
“What!” cried the Ants in surprise, “haven’t you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?”
“I didn’t have time to store up any food,” whined the Grasshopper; “I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone.”
The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.
“Making music, were you?” they cried. “Very well; now dance!” And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.”