Warning: I use the words "blues" and "blahs" regularly and intermittently in his post. I believe them to be one and the same.
I am convinced that winter may never end this year. Despite my best efforts, including a personal letter to the groundhog on Feb. 2nd, winter still resides in the southeast corner of these great United States. After checking various locations for an escape route, I found that winter is lingering as well in all the places where I usually slip away to visit for a weekend, take in a little sunshine, and then return to Georgia all better. The only places I could find where there is an abundance of sunshine were completely out of the states somewhere in the Caribbean, or on the west coast -- locations where trips have to be planned months in advance. Snow, rain, fog, and general grayness cover the south like a heavy blanket. I could never, ever live in Seattle...Portland...Alaska. And it's times like these that I think I could totally live in Brazil, any place where the equator marches right through town and you can find the warmest temperatures on earth. But then I suppose I'd be biting at the bits to find cooler air come mid-July. I'd be complaining that my pits were too sticky and my hair too frizzy, and dreaming about the cool fall days of Georgia. We are never satisfied, are we?
So since I have come to the realization that I simply cannot change the weather, I have decided to make the best of it. I cannot promise that I won't complain some more, but what can I say? Today is one of those days where I have the house all to myself to do whatever I please. But I've had a hard time setting my affections on anything I think worthwhile and have found myself (until now) in a state of doing-nothingness. Have you ever been there? Even the things I usually enjoy doing on a day off have no appeal. Crafting or creating? No inspiration. Cleaning the house? Are you kidding me -- no. Reading? Not interested. What is wrong with me? I'll tell you what's wrong with me. I have a huge case of the winter blahs. I, the doctor, diagnose me, the patient. Yep, it's the winter blahs all right. In light of my present dilemma, I have come to the truth that it's me, and me alone, who can chase away the winter blahs and it must come from within, not without. I have devised a plan to, once and for all, chase the winter blahs away never to return (at least for this year). I have dug down deep, pulling out my best tricks for attacking the blues that ol' man winter has brought my way.
It's a five-step program. #1. I force myself to do some cleaning. As much as I hate to get started on housework, I am always glad once I do. Clean-ness brings about calm-ness with me. When my house is relatively clean, I feel inspired to be creative in other areas. I don't go overboard on the cleaning, though, because that would compound the winter blahs instead of helping the winter blahs. #2. I turn on every lamp in my house. Normally, I do this in the evening when the sun is long and low in the sky. But today? I have extra light to illumiate not just my rooms, but my soul as well. Light is essential to enhancing the mood; why else would they have sunlamps and tanning beds? Lack of light is the number one thing that keeps us down in the winter, more than cold. Give me 40 and clear over 60 and raining any day. I don't worry about a bigger power bill. It's way cheaper than a therapist. In the winter, the nights are long and the days short. On a positive note, I have noticed the days are getting a bit longer. That's encouraging because it reminds me that spring really might just be on the horizon. Okay, so winter's not gonna last forever. Gees, I'm feeling better already.
#3. I light candles. I don't know about you, but I think candles have great benefit when chasing away the winter blues. They're warm, they give light, and they smell wonderful. My pick? Beach-scented or vanilla! #4. I have plans for a big pot of soup for dinner. There is nothing like soup on a cold, dreary day. Soup for dinner is a win-win; it warms your body and your spirit. Add some cornbread and it's food fit for a Southern king. #5. I buy fresh flowers. Fresh flowers up the cheer factor like nothing else. It is money totally well spent in the winter when gray days abound. A little spring for a winter day in the form of delicate petals and buds.
One more thing... Last but far from least, I dream about the promise of spring. Sometimes I refuse to dream because I am pouting and feeling sorry for myself. But if I take a brief reprieve from my pity party, I will admit that I know spring will eventually make it to these parts, and we will see forsythia, tulips, azaleas, butterflies, and all the things that make spring so vibrant after a long winter's nap. Keeping our dreams alive -- whether it's as simple as dreaming about wearing shorts & flipflops, seeing family, or taking a long walk on the beach -- is what gives way to hope. What am I dreaming about and hoping for today? Seeing my children and grandchildren again soon. A week on the beach with my girlfriends come May. Long hikes in the park with my hubby. Getting out in the yard and playing in the dirt. I also remember to count my many blessings as well. I remind myself that it may be gray outside but we can always make sunshine in our hearts.
Recently I've been reading about the importance of getting the proper sleep and getting enough of it. It is said that lack of sleep can lead to critical health issues and might even be a contributor in an Alzheimers diagnosis. What really caught my attention is it's been discovered that, when we miss a siginifcant amount of sleep -- say, a full eight hours, we can never really make it up. Unlike what we thought as young adults, you cannot make up a night's loss of sleep by "sleeping in" over the weekend. How many of us did that during our high school and college years? Pulled all-nighters, then slept all weekend. But here's the clencher for me. Sleep plays the very important part of daily cleaning out what they call "waste in the brain" -- things that are no longer useful and need to be discarded as garbage. Wow, our minds are like computers that need to be cleaned out every single day by getting rid of this waste in order to retain those things that are not only important but crucial to our daily function and memory. My husband is an IT man and talks about all the trash he finds on computers that needs to be cleaned up and discarded. This process plays a huge part in making a computer run more efficiently. Our brains are little computers. Or maybe computers are little brains, I don't know. But I find this data on sleep very interesting. The act of sleeping has always amazed me.
I, for one, have always been a good sleeper. I come from a long line of good sleepers. When I have something pressing on my mind, I am like Scarlet from Gone With the Wind. I will think about it tomorrow. I know this is a gift to be able to turn off my mind at night. This ability comes from my father's side of the family. He is a good sleeper, my sister is a good sleeper, and I am a good sleeper. We can all fall asleep in a heartbeat. My mother on the other hand was one of those who could stay up most of the night because her restless mind would not be relieved, and then fall asleep around 5:00 a.m. right before the sun came up. My brother takes after my mom in that respect. I cannot tell you the times he's mentioned that he didn't sleep well the night before. My husband is 1/2 Greek (the thinker) and tends to be the restless one in our marriage when it comes to sleep. My eldest daughter follows his pattern, but I don't think it's solely because she's 1/4 Greek. My youngest who is also 1/4 Greek is like me...she can fall asleep anywhere and is gonna get the rest she needs one way or the other. Our great need for sleep and fulfilling that need is the fuel that keeps us plugging along and, if we don't get it, she and I shut down. We do totally come by it naturally as I said. My 88-year-old daddy can fall asleep at the drop of a hat and not because he is 88, which probably helps, but he has always done that. You can be talking to him one minute and he's snoring the next. He sleeps more than anyone I know.
I hope I never get that bad.
We have all heard the old saying sleeping like a baby. The super cute picture above shows my sweet three-year-old Emma Grace sound asleep on the sofa. Most babies do have a gift to sleep well -- that is, after they get their days and nights straightened out. There can be all kinds of confusion around them -- loud talking, the TV roaring, the dogs barking, and there they are, falling asleep in the midst of it all, only to be awakened when everything stops being noisy and the silence returns. That has always been a mystery to me. I think they are made like this, because a small child has no control over noise factors, so they are programmed to sleep in any conditions if necessary. That is how important sleep is to their development. Those who are able to sleep through noise are blessed indeed. Some people actually NEED the noise to sleep. My husband runs a huge fan at night by the bed that has the capacity to blow things off the wall. In fact, one night it did. Because of his night restlessness, he was sleeping on the sofa with this monster fan next to him (I, in the other room, sleeping like a baby in the quietness). My beautiful rest was interrupted by the sound of crashing glass on the other side of the house. I awoke with a great start -- you know that fear that seizes you when you think an intruder might be present? I was sure we were being robbed, but gathered up enough courage to go into the living room to find a good-sized mirror on the living room mantle had been blown off and crashed to the floor. Now that, my friend, is too big of a fan. Ever heard of noise makers, honey?
So whether you are a excellent sleeper, a bad sleeper, or fall somewhere in between, it behooves us all to make sleep a priority by allowing for more of it and trying to make it better quality. If you are one who makes sleep a priorty, you are no longer considered lazy but smart indeed! Research is proving that the proper amount of good sleep can make all the difference in your ability to be productive. In case you are a young whipper-snapper and think this doesn't apply to you, think again. Do you drive? Data shows that a lack of sleep plays a huge part in car crashes. Even young people fall asleep at the wheel. I've tried recently (because of what I've been reading) to make the falling-asleep process even better. I lie in bed with my eyes closed, being aware of my breathing, and pretending to float on my back in the water in the salty, warm ocean about mid-June-ish. I have to be careful, however, because my fear of a shark biting me in the rear-end or lopping off an arm just as quickly steals my peaceful moment of calm if I'm not careful, and that is counterproductive. But how we fall asleep is just as important (they say) as the sleep itself. Do you have a TV in your bedroom? That's a no-no. Do you fall asleep conversing with your good friends, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram? Another no-no. Let the world and social media take a backseat on your ride to a better sleep experience. Instead, read a book, focus on your breathing or something that calms you, or have a wam glass of almond milk. All formulas for inviting our best friend, good sound sleep, to come and visit for a while.
I do have one confession to make. One night early in my marriage, my hubby and I were lying in bed. To this day he has not let me forget this sad story and loves sharing it with people when the subject of sleep comes up. The lights were out and we were talking (or at least he was). He supposedly was pouring out his heart to me, thinking I was listening (and I'm sure I was, although I don't remember). Before he knew it, I was sawing logs. Sorry, honey, what can I say? Pour out your heart to me during waking hours or not at all. Daytime is for talkin'...nighttime is for snoozin.'
I've heard discussion in the last couple of years about being present. I've pondered this saying and read some opinions about exactly what this means. My youngest daughter uses this term and I believe, from what I can tell, she tries to live her life following the philosophy behind it.
Being fully present, it seems, is the practice of -- well, just what it says -- being present. Focusing on you instead of me. Listening instead of talking. Completing the immediate task without distraction. It means being fully immersed in what you're doing and what is happening right now, at this very moment in time. This is not an easy way to live because we mostly have learned the art of distraction more than the art of being present. The only way I can see of achieving this lofty objective is to practice thinking less about the past and its failures as well as the future with its hopes and dreams. There is nothing wrong with having memory of the past. We need to remember the past. The past stays in our minds with its good memories for the sake of posterity and mistakes are remembered so that hopefully we will not make the same ones again and, better yet, will learn a lesson from those mistakes that will many times improve our future if we let them. The future as well is something that we absolutely have to consider. If we could not dream and hope for the future, we would live in a constant state of wondering what will tomorrow hold? We would always think I have no idea whatsoever of what to expect in my future, and that would be a scary place to be. Even though we don't know exactly what each day will bring, we have a good idea of what will hopefully occur through our planning and our dreaming. Dreaming about goals and improvements for the future is what makes life joyful and anticipatory. If there is nothing to anticipate, our hope is zapped for seeing something better or for needed change or improvement. There has been research to show that planning something for the future brings as much joy as doing it once it gets here. This is how dreams are fulfilled, goals are met, and life happens.
But here's wherein the problem lies. Many times we are so focused on the past or so intent on the future that we miss what is right before our eyes and, by missing that, we fail to receive what the present has for us. Young moms look so forward to the day when their time and attention will be in less demand that they have days where they cannot focus on what their children are giving them in the moment...like pure, unconditional affection and absolute forgiveness; children do not hold grudges. When we think too far into the future, we will come to the end of our day and realize there is nothing to show for it but frustration and discontent. Another woman is working so hard to move up the ladder of success that she no longer appreciates the hard-earned achievements she is enjoying right now. How many married women are out there who are so absorbed on the romance they feel lacking in their marriage that they are unable to see the faithfulness of a man who day in and day out goes to work and sacrifices every bit as much for the family; a dedicated, hard-working man isn't easy to find. It is difficult sometimes to fully focus on the mundane tasks of a life of dirty dishes, laundry, meal prepration, and paying bills, but even these things have benefits to offer and lessons to be learned. In short, being fully present means being content at where you are and in what you are doing at this very moment at this particular time in your life, and to give others that very same grace when you are with them.
I am a good example of not always living in the present. Those who know me know I love to travel. When I plan a trip somewhere, I am totally focused on where I'm going, how I'm going to get there, funding the trip, and what I'll do once there. Those thoughts and hopes and goals keep my world revolving and I am fully content when I have a trip planned. That's how much I love to travel. But sometimes my budget, my circumstances, or my commitments will demand that I change my plans and I become disappointed to the point that I can no longer concentrate on what the present holds, but what I'm gonna miss in the future. It's a sad place to be indeed. Disappointment has always been a hard pill for me to swallow.
But like many things in life, I am learning in these "latter years" to accept the here and now, to make the best of the here and now, and to live that philosophy of being fully in the present, so that I will not miss what is before me right now. How many times have we wanted to do something so badly that we MADE it happen, only to regret it later and wish we had listened more to that inner voice saying wait...not now...give it more time...be more prepared. How many times have we conversed with someone only to realize we were so preoccupied on what we were gonna say next that we didn't even hear what our friend was saying. I have, regretfully, done that many times. We owe those all around us the respect to be fully present when we are with them, to listen intently to what they are saying and receive everything they have to say as something of great value and worthy of our full attention.
And we owe it to ourselves to be fully there in the moment we have been given, this very moment at this very time in our lives...to learn from it, appreciate it no matter how humble, and to soak in all the lessons that the present has to teach us.
As Georgia braces for the first possible freezing rain of the season, I have already been prewarned that it was on its way. I'm sure you've also see the warning signs around in the form of daffodils sprouting up and purple thrift on the side of enbankments. Every year I ask God, Lord, why do you let these beautiful little flowers spring up only to suffer through a hard freeze or the heavy burden of snow upon their delicate little heads? The Lord never answers. But it seems to me it happens this way every year. We have a couple of beautiful, warm, springlike days, and those little flowers get confused and think it's their cue to spring forth from their wintry sleep. It's a sure sign of some hard winter ahead.
So when the forecast predicts freezing temperatures + rain = snow or ice, everyone begins to hunker down. All it takes for us southerners to shut down is a little snow and ice. Enough milk and bread? Check. Kerosene for the kerosene heater in the case of lost power? Check. Candles to burn in the case of no light? Check. Edibles that don't require cooking in case we can't cook? Check. Ample enough supply of goodies? Double-check. Nothing worse than being stuck inside during a snow storm without goodies.
I planned ahead and visited my local library a few days ago to make sure I had plenty of reading materials to keep me entertained. I simply cannot stand to be stuck in the house without something to read. I love to read. I would even consider myself an avid reader but for the fact that reading for me comes with a boat load of hard-to-shake-off guilt usually. Because I enjoy reading so much, my mind tends to put reading up there in the same category as loafing or being lazy or doin' nothing at all. Sometimes I can get by with a few days of off-and-on reading if I am reading non-fiction because my mind files that under learning. But reading fiction? It is for pure pleasure and I am always being hounded by the inner voice telling me that I SHOULD be doing other things. BUT...when I am housebound for a couple of days due to sickness or stuck inside for even 24 hours because of inclement weather, I allow myself to read as many things as I like and for as long has my heart desires. Sometimes -- except for an occasional snack or a trip to the potty -- I find it hard to put a book down till the last sentence is read. It is, to me, an utter delight. Reading is the next best thing to traveling and seeing new places and experiencing new things. It takes me to places I've never been and might never get to go and all this happens as I sit on my comfy sofa. It transports me to another world or another time, and away from the sometimes humdrum of the here and now.
The same goes for the goodies. I always try to have snacks around when I'm stuck inside. I don't understand why my mind does this either but somehow it recognizes snacks as a bear would recognize food when it is preparing to hibernate. It is essential to have enough sugar in the form of cookies and various other carbs to allow for keeping warm (otherwise the body might not stay sufficiently warm during said crisis; I keep telling myself this). I would say timing is pretty perfect for the delivery of my recently placed Girl Scout cookie order...they just happened to arrive today! And in case you think I might be a tad imbalanced in the culinary area, we always make a last-minute run to the store to make sure we have at least two good meals to cook for the hibernation process. However, in the instance of total power shutdown, it's cookies and milk all the way (oh, okay, we might make a sandwich as well). Oh, yeah, BTW, just in case you happen to see my daughter who lives abroad, please don't mention the cookies because I ordered their favorite GS cookies to be boxed and sent south to them. How was I to know there would be a winter crisis? One box was opened and missing two before I even got in the door with them. Sorry, sweetie.
As for the lovely daffodils and thrift that at this very moment are standing guard in their silent slendor for what is ahead, I think I finally have it figured out. It's God's sign to us without saying a word. He's reminding us through these little early bloomers that winter is not over but spring will surely come. I like that. It's kind of like God's promise after a rain with a rainbow. And just like the seasons of winter, spring, summer, and fall, so are the seasons of life. Sometimes we have to hunker down and (appropriately armed, of course) face the winter of life, but we know that surely, down the road, just as the sun rises and sets every single day, the spring will indeed return, giving us hope in the form of warmth and light...
...and some lovely days to work off all the carbs consumed while sitting on the sofa visting all those exotic places...
Love is a many splendored thing (sometimes)
Love means never having to say you're sorry (an out-and-out lie)
Love actually (what does this even mean?)
It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all (sadly true)
Love is blind (also true)
What's love got to do with it? (Well, duh)
Many books have been written on the subject of love and just as many movies made and songs recorded. The above quotes about love are just a few that came to mind as I thought about this subject and its most prominent day approaching...February 14th. Love is a multi-billion dollar business, and movie-makers and book-sellers alike will produce just about anything and file it under the guise of "love" for the right audience. There is a popular book-turned-movie coming out this weekend touted as the perfect Valentine's-Day-going movie, but it quivers on the edge of the "p" word. Enough said, I don't even want to give it any glory by stating its name. Nothing in that movie is about true, lasting, genuine love.
But as recently agreed by a close group of friends discussing love this week, even though love is defined in the dictionary as a noun, it is also, and more importantly, a verb. I know this is not something new or profound and it most definitely is something you've heard before, but we took some time to really think about it. True love is sometimes absent of the things we commonly associate with the subject: Hot romance, butterflies in the stomach, passionate kisses, fairy-tale endings. And even though I am what I consider to be a romantic and I do believe in fairy-tale endings, and I love a good romantic comedy as much as anyone, I have realized in my many years of marriage that true love has nothing whatsoever to do with any of that. True love is acquired by means of hard work and longevity, living a life of selflessness for another, and then doing it all over again when you want to quit. It is sticking by someone when they are no longer able to give or no longer attractive. It's being there for them when they don't deserve it. It's hanging in there when life gets hard. True love is saying I choose you no matter what.
As a young woman I was a fine example of someone who associated love with googly feelings and, unfortunately because of that misconception, believed if the feelings no longer existed then love must be absent. Because of this mentality, I had many unsuccessful relationships and a failed marriage. But by the sheer grace of God, my present marriage has somehow lasted 35 years, and it is my husband who has truly taught me what it means to really love. In 2006 I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. When you have a diagnosis like that, it can make or break you. Because of the faithfulness of my husband, I can honestly say I am a much better person now than I was then. Instead of shying away from the hardships a cancer diagnosis can bring on a marriage, my huband was affected in quite the opposite way. He turned our uncertainties into action and went to work as my sole advocate. He found me the best care, secured care at discounted rates when my insurance company wouldn't pay, dueled with the insurance company to pay more when a charge was questioned, and took me for long rides in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. He invested in me with no promise of a good outcome or a return of any kind. His amazing dedication during that time sealed in me the true promise of love, a love that is not a feeling but an action carried out against all odds born out of something he held deep in his heart for me.
Don't get me wrong. I love romance just about as much as any gal. I have those kinds of memories with my husband as well...the many times he has booked a luxury hotel for us for a weekend getaway, or presented me with a diamond ring...or brought me flowers and chocolate when I least expected it. But nothing registers in my heart more than his commitment to me over the years. That is what resonates in my soul as true, enduring love. As you get older, I believe the truth of the matter is this: The common things we associate with romance and love silently fade as the work and commitment of love kicks in and serves the relationship with the gifts that have everlasting rewards. In the end, we won't remember how many dozens of roses we have received over the years, but how committed love has changed and transformed us. It's only in experiencing the devotion, the daily maintenance, and the unlovely part of loving someone that we experience love in its truest form.
So love has EVERYTHING to do with it! But it has to be true love, not pretend. I don't know if I will get flowers or candy or anything tangible this Valentine's Day, but I do know this: I have a husband who has stuck by me through thick and thin, in the good and the bad, on days when life seemed hopeless and I was as ugly as a frog on a toadstool...and that's all the love I need.
Happy Valentine's Day!
You don't have to look very far to find bad news. As I skimmed the magazines this afternoon at the checkout in my local grocery store, the headlines on several publications caught my attention, and unfortunately not for the good news they shared. A certain celebrity was pregnant by one man but in love with another. There was bad news galore about how this or that person was involved in something illegal or going through marital distress or caught up in drugs or arrested or how some young actor who has had stardom thrust upon them is out of control. The most eye-catching one for me, though, was how one celebrity is gradually changing his sex from a man to a woman. The headline stated that his wife is in denial about it, and his young adult daughter is struggling over it. Uh, ya think? I am sorry, but that is not good news any way you try to slice it up. Just ask his kid.
There are things happening in today's society that'd make my Granny Arnold turn over in her grave. I am not suggesting that we don't have tolerance for people or that we don't love them. I believe that we are to love everyone, but by no means are we to glorify their misbehavings. The bizarre has become the commonplace and, let's face it, many people including myself have unfortunately gotten a little more used to these outlandish happenings. Not that we agree with it, most of us, but it just doesn't surprise us anymore. We have been compromised. We see things happening today that my granny would've only dreamed about, and that's because she was having a horrible nightmare in the middle of the night. I guess a lot of those reports you see headlining magazines at the counter are mostly tabloids so you can't be sure that it's even true, but I'm sorry to say most of the time we find out that it is, indeed, true. Sometimes I believe that if we didn't have bad news we would have no news at all. The reporters would say they had nothing to report. Do you ever feel that way?
Life is too short to dwell on the bad. But the bad is thrust right in front of us every time we buy our groceries or turn on our televisions or computers. I usually try to buy periodicals that make me feel good and tell me good news. Like how easy it is to lose 10 pounds or reduce your blood pressure if you just take a walk every day. Or how beauty shines out from within, and everyone has beauty. Or how there are a few celebrities out there in tinsel town who are trying to do good. Even how to make an amazing meal or how to organize your house a little better. How about those people who are truly recognized for the good they do, most of whom we don't even know exist but are blessed to find out they do when we get a chance to read their amazing stories. I occasionally will buy a People magazine because I do enjoy reading about people. But not just celebrities. I enjoy reading about the ordinary, everday people who do extraordinary things and make this world a little bit better just by being in it. Those are things I can benefit from, and those are the magazines I choose.
Now, I am not naive enough to think that the earth spins around and everything in it is good and sweet and innocent. Far from it. And I know there is a time and place when we have to face the reality of not only the good, but the bad and the ugly as well. I just believe a constant diet of the bad and the ugly without the good will make you cynical to say the least. I believe it's far better to dwell on the good and the sweet and the happy than the bad news that is forced upon us if we decide to venture out of our houses into a world of uncertainty. It really doesn't matter if we want it, "they" are gonna make sure we get it. But I believe we have a civic and God-given duty to mankind to spread good, do good, and to look for the good in others. It is our obligation to the human race to spread a little joy so that people are able to tolerate the constant barrage of bad news happening all around them. Let's choose to read the stories that, hands down, make everyone and their granny feel better about the world in which we live and that show us there are still good things happening and great people in the world.
More times than not, I choose to read something such as the above featured magazine. This just happens to be the February issue of Better Homes and Gardens. Better Home and Gardens has been around a long, long time and just look at all the happy things on the cover! First of all, flowers -- who is not made happier by flowers?!! Then there are Valentine gifts to buy for your sweetie, recipes for brownies and recipes for stews...and that's just on the cover. Open the magazine to find a world of happy! This is the kind of magazine that brings joy and love into your day, and the world needs more joy and love. I will venture to say there is not one ugly or sad story in this magazine (I'll let you know when I finish it). Hats off to you, Better Homes and Gardens, and all the other publications that bring us laughter, smiles, hope, and something to dream about! Thanks for making our lives richer and happier and for finding the good in this world to share with your readers.
And thank you, my dear readers, for allowing this old-fashioned girl to speak her mind.
Dear Mr. Groundhog,
I never really knew if you are just the herald of the good or bad news that comes on February 2nd or if you really have anything to do with the decision as to when exactly Spring arrives...you know, like you have a say in the matter.
So, anyways, this is why I am writing to you today. If you have any pull whatsoever as to whether Spring comes early, I respectfully request that you take into consideration those like me who are tired of winter. Now, I know we cannot complain here in the south because at least we have not been covered with 30+ inches of snow like our northern neighbors, but it's been drab and gray this winter...really drab and gray. So, if it means staying out a little longer today and facing your fears by facing your shadow, please man up and do it just for me. We all have to face our fears sometimes, and a shadow (I mean, in the realm of scary things in life) is not such a scary thing. It just means you're there and you are present and you take up space on Planet Earth. To have a shadow at all is to mean there is sunlight, and that, my friend, is a VERY GOOD THING. It is actually cloudy where I live right now so maybe that's a good thing and you won't have to deal with seeing your shadow at all and be scared back into your burrow or your hole or your cave or your nest or wherever it is that cute little groundhogs live. FOR. SIX. MORE. WEEKS. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease, no!
Thanks for anything and everything you are able to do...
Sincerely and with my utmost gratitude,
So Ready for Spring
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