ENTHUSIASM

Festival of Ganesh; India 2015

Festival of Ganesh; India 2015

“Enthusiasm” entered the English language at the start of the 17th century. Borrowed from the Greek enthousiasmos, it’s original meaning referred to inspiration or possession by a god. For many years its primary use was related to religion. Now, I believe, we use it to refer to the inspired energy we bring to our activities, interests, relationships and professions.  

In these hard times, it's challenging to feel inspired.  Just this morning I felt fed-up with Covid in a way I hadn’t during all these months.  I just wanted to hug my dad, have a party, rub elbows at an Indian festival without fear. But, most days, despite the horrific Covid news, nail-biter election and general world-wide disarray, I seem somehow to feel some enthusiasm.  Not that I’m possessed by God but perhaps, at least, inspired and grace-filled.

I’m not saving lives or protesting at capitol buildings, making giant paintings or earning enormous sums of money.  My world, like many others, is small and somewhat solitary.  I wonder about the value of my endeavours.  But, I have decided that if what I do each day has meaning to ME then that’s what I’ll use to measure my days.

Ensconced in my creative shack, I write, read, draw and zoom with coaching clients. As a board member of the Horning Family Foundation, I learn about racial justice and organizing and thinking about how we can be contributing to these efforts.  I wrap Christmas and birthday presents.  Pay bills. Return emails.  Facetime my kids.  Sometimes, I just look out the window and take in the winter light.  Despite the frost, the pond fountain burbles, birds of all sorts (a few days ago a Hawk) bustle about the bird feeders.  I am grateful for my own private space which I cling to even as winter approaches.  I am warm.  Which is saying a lot as it’s been quite a project to insulate and cover the windows with plastic. If I will be able to stay here in January is yet to be seen but I will try.  Clearly, I am lucky to have this space.  I appreciate it.  But even more, it makes me happy and that’s a good step toward enthusiasm.


FIONA HORNING