Snow Season Begins

first snow of the season

Unbelievable. The day before Halloween and we’ve already had a real snowfall. More than three inches in the Boston area! There are still colorful leaves on the trees! I’m not a fan of winter or snow. But there’s no fighting Mother Nature, so all we can do is settle in and accept the change in season.

Daylight Savings Time ends tomorrow and we turn the clocks back. Now it will be dark at 5pm. These colder months are the season for turning inward and reflecting, while we stay indoors more as well.

For me, appreciating the change in season is a deliberate practice that I’ve cultivated over the past couple of years. Over a year, I noted what was special about each month. Because each month has its merits. Without winter, we can’t get to spring and summer. Below is part of what I wrote about October.

A cup of hot tea.

Looking out a window at the sky.

The sparks and crackle of an outdoor fire

that warms your hands

and smoke that smells like memories.

A Collection Of Moments: February

A Collection Of Moments, is my attempt to actively notice the changes and beauty within each month. Because what is life, but a series of moments strung together like twinkling lights on a string?

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FEBRUARY is …

Short.

Yet so long.

Feeling winter.

Warming up.

Love in all its forms.

More daylight.

Romance and disappointment. đź’•

Reminisce.

Hope springs eternal.

Seasons change.

Celebrating my history as Angela Davis

returns home and speaks her truth.

She Let Go ~ A Poem

Starting at the end of last year, and even more as I move through 2019, I’m embracing poetry. I’ve always enjoyed a good poem and have written more than a few over the years.

Not long ago on Instagram, I read about a poem called “She Let Go” by Safire Rose.

As an aside, on social media, the quality of your experience is based on who you follow. Does your feed introduce you to poetry, books and creative insight? If that’s what you want and you’re not seeing it, then change who you follow.

So anyway, I love this poem. It’s got to be one of the most liberating things I’ve read in a while. Here’s a taste of it below.

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Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

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Happy Sunday to you and have a great week!

A Collection Of Moments: January

A Collection Of Moments, is my attempt to actively notice the changes and beauty within each month. Because what is life, but a series of moments strung together like twinkling lights on a string?

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JANUARY is …

Iced snow and snowy ice.

Renewal.

Declarations.

Below zero.

Planning.

Frozen.

Shimmering.

Sand and salt.

Strategy.

Grinning meteorologists.

Glistening.

Super Blood Wolf Moon eclipse.

Milk, bread and eggs.

Shoveling and scraping.

Why is it so hard when we have been here before?

A Collection Of Moments: December

A Collection Of Moments, is my attempt to actively notice the changes and beauty within each month. Because what is life, but a series of moments strung together like twinkling lights on a string?

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DECEMBER is …

Hot coffee in a festive mug.

Mistletoe, holly and candy canes.

Winter solstice

and rebirth of the sun.

Menorahs, kinaras and Christmas lights.

Ritual and religion

all seeking the light.

The end

and the beginning.

Nostalgia and melody.

Brown paper packages tied up with string.

Rudolph’s shiny nose and Charlie Brown’s tree.

Zuzu’s petals and the promise of a wonderful life.