Embracing Winter Mind

First, listen to “The Snow Man” by Wallace Stevens to help you get into “a mind of winter.”

Then, here’s some examples of how I’ve been embracing winter mind:

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Lighting candles against morning darkness.
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Making silly snowmen with my son.
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Rising early to photograph the blue, blood #moon.
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Walking on frozen lakes at dusk.
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Noticing how light and shadows play together. Photo by HFP
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Stopping to listen to hearty, old winter buskers. Photo by HFP
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Hanging out in winter sun with Bilbo. #catsknowbest Photo by HFP
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Wearing cozy flannel #RedandWhite polka dot pajama pants.
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Celebrating #winterblooms, however small.
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Figuring out how to write while balancing a cat and computer on my lap.
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Reading a good book while enjoying a hot mug of tea. #amreading
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And, best of all, writing every day in January. #amwriting

Another Amazing Divorce Essay, Not Mine

Today, I’m struggling through my first cold in over a year. It’s actually somewhat of a relief. I questioned whether my immune system was in overdrive this past year, never letting me get the colds that passed through the other family members in my household. I am the only one with this cold today; I am the beginning (and hopefully the end) point.

Instead of working on my book or tinkering away at essays today, I spent most of the day holed up in bed, with a box of tissue and a glass of water, trying to keep my nasty germs confined. I read and slept; read and slept; read and slept. Then I went to do the school pickup route and after-school activity runs. Now, I’m back in bed.

I’ve been seeing lots of blue jays lately. The other day, I read this phenomenal essay by Kerry Neville. This essay is about blue jays and divorce and the need for hope in our lives. Sometimes, divorce is necessary; sometimes it is the kindest thing we can do for our children and other family members. Don’t stay in the box if the box is killing you.

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A photo of me taken the summer I turned 30; Getting a nose ring did not free me from my box.