Mid Winter Blog

I am contemplating posting an entry in these wee hours. Here I am in the darkness, staring at the glowing screen, the almost half-full Moon having sunk into the barren hills to the west. Thoughts fill my head. I am wide awake. I believe this is my first post of the new year, almost at the end of January. I don’t like to wish time away but I don’t cherish January and while We are in the Sweet Spot of Winter, it can’t melt away into Spring soon enough. I’m riding on a fairly productive wave, anticipating an UPcoming Art Show in Raleigh, NC in March, at the tail-end of Winter, so I’ve got that to look forward to before Spring. I feel the cold sneaking into my bones and I have to keep warm and fill not only my belly with warm food and liquids but my heArt and mind with warm thoughts and feelings, too. Feel Your mind filling up with warmth, I repeat it into the void, that darkness that goes from the backside of this tiny remote device on into forever, I whisper it a third time just for luck… Outside my window, Stars twinkle in the clear, black night, the jewel-like indicators of unbelievable brightness from Eons away. What more can be written about the Stars or the Moon, lights in the darkness are Our salvation, at least I know they are mine. How many Winters have I endured? Forty-four and a half, so far. How many more will I endure, before I finally make my way permanently to some warmer zone? Who knows. Good night to You out there. Good luck staying warm and safe and happy.

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5 thoughts on “Mid Winter Blog

  1. Here are some of the last lines of Shelley’s poem Ode to the West Wind where he begins to perk up from his bleak thoughts of nature dying, human suffering, & cruel cold in the old year:

    …Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
    Like wither’d leaves, to quicken a new birth;
    And, by the incantation of this verse,
    Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth
    Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
    Be through my lips to unawaken’d earth
    The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
    If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

    They might be an inspiration. In the wee hours things can seem bleak & dread creeps in.
    Thank heavens for morning’s bright light, especially since we have turned the year’s corner & the sun is headed back this way & hasn’t so far to come to us, here in these beautiful old hills, not too far North, where pleasant seasons unfold on time. Spring isn’t far away now. Little bulbs’ shoots are already poking up! Love, Mom

  2. Thank You, Mom! I am counting all of my various blessings. I am warm and have a full belly and I am very lucky to be able to experience and record my thoughts in such a way! LOVE.

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