December 6th, 2004
I wake to the snow falling this morning. I lie in bed watching it fall out of the trees. I love that feeling of being snuggled into bed warm and cosy, knowing that on the other side of that window lives wind and ice and breath you can see. And I will go out in it but not now. Now is the time for stretching, and purring and drifting back to sleep for ten more minutes. The wind cannot get me in my magic sleep pod. ha!
Today is a day for bundling up to go out to the post office. For putting a fire on and fetching wood. For making a pot of soup and baking bread. Today is a day for snowmen and snow angels. The men driving the plows meeting at the cafe for coffee. Today is the day for getting out my real winter boots and my snowpants. Doing chores, cleaning the house, making the bed. Sipping hot tea.
Tomorrow my husband comes home, and I am very excited.
I found a great quote yesterday,
“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him(/her) who has the vision to recognize it as such.” -Henry Miller