MORNING MEDITATION: Nonexistent in the formal sense. (I’m worse than Bridget Jones with her pounds lost/gained and her cigarettes.
TDC: Today’s Daily Cure is an image that has stuck in my head since I last wrote. It’s winter here, and it’s been cold and dry. Mud is frozen. Grass is as short and compact as a berber carpet. The air crackles. It feels clean. When I walk in the park each morning, I’m struck by the work that’s been done pruning and neatening, making the garden winter-ready. It’s an image I relate to. Editing back, while—inside, under, beneath, hidden from view—strength gathers for a springing forward at the right moment. We speak of the dead of winter, but it’s not dead at all. It’s just watching and waiting.
Sleeping. Sleep is good and restorative…after which bursting forth into new-found energy a huge delight!
Was it so obvious? I LOVE TO SLEEP!!! even if I’m not so good at it, lately.
I think sleep is a mighty important part of everything. I love to sleep also…a nap of 15 minutes does WONDERS
Beautifully evocative. Even though we’re all bracing for a little rain and a high temperature of ‘only’ 60 F tomorrow here in California, I remember winter days exactly as you’ve described and can even smell it. Speaking of which, a friend in Provence tells me that the market stalls are loaded with bunches of fragrant mimosa, one of my favorites. Hope of Spring truly springs eternal.
I do love California weather, but I also love a winter that sets the slate clean. I feel guilty saying that with the Midwest dipping 30 below, though. That’s not a winter I wish on anyone. I haven’t seen mimosa here yet, but I’m headed to the market and will keep my eye out. Take care over there.