It was almost 50 degrees the other day, and they are predicting a high of 50 degrees later this week. For February, this is remarkably mild. I felt like going to work wearing a T-shirt. Funny, but had it been September, after a long steamy August, 50 degrees would have called for a sweater or jacket. The context determines the experience.
I love the word MILD. It is lovely concept. Most often, I hear it spoken along with the word unseasonably. This hints of a bit of surprise, just a touch of shock, when the weather teases us by showcasing an upcoming season. A mild autumn foreshadows a winter that might be brutal. A mild spring heralds a sweaty summer.
Mild mannered, mildly offended, not too much, just enough, in balance, and just right. This is why I love mild weather. These are the days that are right in between. They are not too cold or hot. Not too wet or dry. Not too harsh or soft. Perfect.
I think of mild as a perfect spiritual state. An excellent attitude. A good solid perspective. To be a mild spiritual individual, is to know when to adapt and when to accept. A mild soul is humble. Has no need to stand out, nor does it demand to be noticed. It fits in. It takes its place in line. It is part of the gathering.
I think of mild as being kind. Gentle in nature. Soft of heart. Generous of spirit. Full of grace. Full of love and life. Relaxed. At ease. Calm. When I am mild in manner and spirit, I am in a zone. The zone is defined by God. God has marked the boundaries, and stated the rules. I am ready to accept Life on God’s terms. I am at home in my body, and on this good earth. My mind and heart are in sync. Things flow. The days are slow, and the nights slower. I am keenly aware. I notice. I pay attention. I am remarkably alive.
Much of this winter has been pretty mild. 50 degrees in February. Pretty sweet. Feels great. I feel like a kid. Ready to play and explore. Ready for summer vacation. Ready to ride a bike with no hands. Wind blowing gently and cleanly on my grinning face.
Mild can forgive seventy times seven. Mild can love an enemy. Mild can bind a broken heart. Mild can lift a spirit. Mild can guide us home. Mild is liquid Grace.
A fifty degree day in February. Shocking. A joke. I am the punch line. It makes me laugh out loud. God gifts such lovely little gifts. All God asks is to open our soul and receive the gift. Today, I do. I wish us all a mostly mild March.
Reverend William R. Grimbol has spent the past 30+ years helping people create and develop strong spiritual connections with loved ones and God. He is also a published author, with over a dozen books to his credit.