There is a certain German folktale that describes a farmer trying to outwit the devil. He assures Satan that that his soul will come to him as soon as his crops are harvested. And so he goes out and plants. His crop? Acorns.
In many cultures the acorn has been a symbol of patience...of waiting for what one has been longing for. There are very few days in which I am not teetering in a high wire sort of balancing act. (My need for solitude versus the needs of my family. The desire to make versus the need to sell. Depression and apathy at war with enthusiasm and renewal. ) The good news is always: This too shall pass. The bad news: Well, it's of course the same. (Drat it!)
Keep an eye out for Acorn projects in the next few weeks. Better yet, send me some of yours to show off. I've no major objection to the obvious symbol for February. (Especially in this time of surgery on the wee one) But the acorn seems far better suited to symbolize the L word.
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