Monday, January 05, 2009
winter's playground and hibernation
When snow covers the ground, even if it's a thin layer, we are overcome with choices. To ski, to skate, to slide.......
It's a metaphor for life. Well, my life at least.
Never the kind to have a set plan, I mostly just stand there, paralyzed with indecision, gaping in awe at all the choices.
And when that sky is Windex blue and that landscape is blinding white, you feel as if you need to be outside for every second of it.
Yet, I've been tired ever since Christmas. I feel this vague feeling of inspiration, the desire to start anew with the new year, to plunge ahead with my goals to act more like the person I want to be, yet it seems the person I want to be is actually not a person at all, but a hamster, or some other such hibernating creature.
And the desire for red wine, or oatmeal stout, and good bread is everpresent. I can't wait until dusk just so I can start eating and drinking. This happens to me every winter, this desire for carbohydrates, simple and complex. I have no need to be alarmed. Right?
We've conquered the living room, now for the back hill.
I'm still posting, as usual, at Momformation. Things like this. And this. And..... this.