“Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?  “Supposing it didn’t,” said Pooh.  After careful thought, Piglet was comforted by this.”

— A.A. Milne

We have had a lot of snow this winter.  Our average around here is 14.4 inches for the season, and with the whole month of February ahead of us, our area already has had nearly 30 inches of snow.  Today’s morning news predicts a two-day winter storm that will begin with more snow and wrap up with a half inch of ice.  The precipitation will begin tonight; but already the grocery stores are crowded with desperate people who have a primal urge to purchase bread and milk.  I’ve often thought that a study should be launched to determine whether the purchase of bread and milk might actually be the trigger that causes snow to fall.  We know there is a correlation, but it would be interesting to see whether there is also a cause/effect relationship.

Not a flake of snow has fallen.  Not a drop of freezing rain has hit the pavement.  There is a whole day ahead of us that is predicted to be dry, but all of our thoughts turn to the dread of the coming storm.  What if we’re snowed in.  What if school is closed again.  What if the midterm exams that were supposed to be done last Wednesday now stretch out through Thursday morning.  What if the school year has to be extended into summer and foul vacation plans.  What if.

How much time do you suppose we spend dreading the things that might happen.  How much time do you suppose we spend indulging our fear of possible negative events that might occur in the future.  How much time do you suppose we miss of today as we worry about tomorrow?  I have no problem with the idea of an extra loaf of bread and a little bit of milk.  That’s just good planning; and whether the snow arrives or not, we will need to eat.  Let’s buy that bread and milk, put it away, and get on with living the day we are given today.  Snow and ice will come tomorrow — if they come at all.  Let’s not allow today to be buried in thoughts of snow that are not yet our reality.

Suppose a tree fell down, Pooh, and we were underneath it.

Suppose it didn’t.