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Brighter Days

Thursday, March 26, 2009
On this the 26th day of March, it's been snowing--though it's officially out of season.  So, I was moping around my house feeling pretty damn restless and glum. And I thought to myself, "What in the hell's gonna brighten this day?"

And then...like magic...it appeared...my favorite snow song ever.

Snow Days by Trip Shakespeare.

So, what in the hell's gonna brighten your day?

BE Winter!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Hey all ... Elissa here for a check-in as I'm peering out my window at the amazing winter wonderland ... well, in the Midwest anyway.

Yep, we have snow and it's definitely going to be a white Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa.

And it makes me wonder: how do you embrace (or avoid?!) the winter season??

Do you hide inside, cowering under the covers? Do you become a winter adventurer / unique as a snowflake / exploring every nook and cranny of a snow drift?

Personally, I like to strap on a pair of skis and fly down a mountain / hill / whatever small slope is available ... but come 5:00? I'm inside, locked up tight, my "day" over and the night has begun. And I'm not a fan.

Buy why? I've been wondering about my dislike of the winter darkness and if said dislike simply exists because I haven't joined it ... I haven't BECOME a part of it.

Think about it: in the summer, it stays oh-so-light for oh-so-long and even when the sun sets, we remain lazily lounging among the crickets and stars until the wee hours -- and then proceed to invite the outside in with our open windows welcoming the breeze as we sleep.

But the darkness of winter? Nope. Once we move past the sun, I move past my interest in the out of doors. When it's 6:00 and it's pitch black, I've always taken that as my cue to be indoors, behind closed curtains, allowing no more of winter/outside to be a part of my experience. Or: No more outside time after dark. Call it an odd, seasonal, residual film from early childhood or what, but this has been my reality for as long as I can remember.

And -- thanks for letting me vent -- I think it's time to reevaluate this rule. I think it's time to question this authority. I think it's time to allow my 34-year-old self a romp in the snow after dark.

What do you think? How do you “become” winter? What are you doing that brings the season into your life fully and freakin' exuberantly??

And: want to join me around 7 tonight for a round of snow angels???


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