Category: Week 8
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A puzzling experience… A friend of mine has recently taken up working puzzles on a whole new level. She’s talking about shapes of puzzle pieces, print quality, different types of matching and fitting, different types of problems or concepts in the puzzle picture, and speed puzzling. I’ve been over to her place working on puzzles…
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Lingering in winter dark… I think some people feel about summer the way I feel about my bed in the morning, they want it to stay in it forever. There are places in the world for people who want an endless summer, like California. I don’t know of any places that offer an endless lie-in…
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Trust the process… We’re midway through the second full week of January, and I’m already feeling the pressure of ambitions, goals, and resets meeting the hard reality of constraints and limitations. There isn’t enough time, there isn’t enough energy, and it takes effort to take on more or make change. Personally, I’ve never learned how…
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Experiencing loss… Yesterday I learned that someone important to me has died. There no sentence to follow the prior one. There’s nothing else to say. Loss follows an ending. It’s an experience of the lack of something, the lack of someone, that used to be there. It’s indescribable, as though trying to communicate that once…
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Getting going… In the long morning dark of winter, when I intend to wake up and get going, the gravity of unconsciousness drags a stubborn resistance against my greatest intentions and strongest motivations. It’s like an ass pulling a cart in the opposite direction. It doesn’t care about the destination, it has a will of…
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Heading down to the root cellar… In the past, January would have been a month for digging into the root cellar and making meals of those vegetables that last long in cold dark storage. Vegetables like turnips, rutabaga, leeks, and cabbage finally get their due in the winter season. A tray of roasted root veggies…
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Winter iconography… Winter reaches its full height of symbolism in the iconic creatures which occupy its landscape. Their increased visibility, resilience to the forbidding conditions, and characteristic temperaments and traits grant them almost supernatural powers. Their spirits embody the winter season and impart meaning through metaphors that can summon or amplify qualities we would like…