This winter has been
oh-so-long and grey-skied too often. Everyone is yearning for a glimpse of some
rays – just to stoke the fires of ambition. My usual get up and go feels
dormant; if I could find out where that weather-wise groundhog is hiding I’d
dig up his burrow!
The hustle of the Christmas
season, whether merry or not, dissipates into the January blahs, when there’s
no hurry about anything! Come February,
optimists get out paint chips samples and dream of herculean efforts to spruce
up the house; gardeners lovingly stroke their rubber boots and pore over spring
catalogues! Mind and body seem to be in hibernation, waiting for a thaw,
watching for “a sign”. I actually heard some crows yelling this morning and
maybe we will find ourselves dug out from the snow eventually, thirteen feet is
about ten too many.
Sometimes an afternoon
reverie curled up under a cozy afghan is just the time inspiration comes
winging into our consciousness. If you’re under the covers too often for too
long maybe you’re adrift. I must confess I’ve been sleeping too late for my
liking, but if there’s temporarily no need to set the alarm, why fret. Somehow
we are able to justify most things; sleeping in may make sense but might be
senseless! It’s a puzzle these days!
What we learned and
experienced in 2013 has grown us into a different person than “same time last
year”. It takes a little time to regain one’s bearings – our inspiration for
what’s ahead may be a flickering flame that will become an inferno once we get
our lists made and thoughts in order. Except I can’t find a match!
Walking is a great way to
burn off some lard and feel peppier – watching the Olympians’ accomplishments
makes everyone else look like a fossil. Time to heave once again into heavy
boots and my parka, the dog is twirling and wants “out”. Maybe I’ll I
rediscover that train of thought that’s buried and hop aboard as it whizzes
past!
Today I’m drifting but not adrift.
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