Oh, I have plenty I could get all depressed about, but most of those things that come to mind are those I’ve already worked through. They just aren’t the good depression material that they used to be. As I went through my usual depression-causes list, I realized there was not a single one of them that fit yesterday.
Hmmmm, must search for some other justification for being depressed.
Well, I’ll tell you, I never did find it. And I could see a silver lining there—being somewhat depressed for no real reason probably beats being depressed because there’s something serious going on.
I was thinking about this as I was driving in to do a little work (no, it’s not weekend work that has me depressed—I’m thankful for my work). As you travel between my home and town, you pass through what we call “the hollow.” It is a beautiful, inclined section of our country road completely encased for about a mile in deep woods. The trees meet over the road, and it is lovely in every season. All of us out here dread the day when development will take the hollow away from us and, believe me, that day is approaching. We know that the forest there is teeming with wildlife because, sadly, so many little animals don’t make it across the road.
This morning as I was driving through, a quick movement to the right of the road caught my attention. I slowed, and right in front of me scurried a beautiful red fox. He virtually leaped into the forest on the other side, disappearing as if by magic; an apt word, for the moment was, truly, magical.
I am so enthralled with this creature that a search for pictures resembling him demanded more than one…
Have you ever seen a red fox for real? They are just gorgeous. I thought about him/her as I drove on, realizing that his movements reminded me more of a cat than a dog. I marveled at his full tail with a white tip and his deep color.
It dawned on me that I was no longer depressed. At all. Why? That fox had nothing to do with anything concrete in my life. It had no power to increase my wealth or tame my problems. If I ever see it again, it will be a miracle. So, why the curative effect?
All this thinking made me recall what may be my favorite poem. When folks talk about reciting poetry I always think of this simple little verse and, when I am not thinking of its sentiment, I am marveling with its agility of words--envious. It seemed perfect for the subject of this post. It is called “Dust of Snow” by Robert Frost.
And that is just what the fox did for me. It saved me from my ruing. It made my day better.
Inexplicable. Just as inexplicable as the mysterious cause of my depression is the curative power of simple awe of God’s world. C
PS – I actually wrote this post yesterday, knowing I would publish it this morning. Last night my good friends from next door (midlife country girl) took me out to dinner. We ate waaaaaay too much had the best time! On the way home through the dark what did we see scurry across the road through the headlights? A beautiful red fox! That would be two in one day!!! What can this mean? Is it a sign? Surely something good!