December 2006 Archives

we should dive into the beautiful. plunge deep, without reservation. wide-eyed and delighted. weeping or laughing...or both. maybe a part of us grows with that. recharges.

so

this day is tall and perfect blue. shining. and I'm off...and warm. and beautiful music is filling up my space, wrapping around the day. the lightest dusting of pale snow stretched out in the morning -- then pulled back in the sunlight. like a tide.

now it is all still out there. and in here.

beautiful.

Merry Christmas, everyone. May your holidays be safe, healthy and very happy!

It is all vague rain and wet-cotton pale on the first day of the new season. I would have enjoyed lingering in sleep -- but today is my day off and there is still much to be done before Christmas.

So I am heading toward coffee. And the first full day of the frosty season.

Hello Winter.

:-)

For a moment, things are slowing down -- like the snow in a snow globe, after being shaken.

Today was a day of movement. Buying gifts. Writing-out cards. Catching up. Now, I'm drifting past ten and gliding toward bed. Lighting the midnight oil is less common for me these nights -- out of necessity. I'm learning to tend to my sleep like a garden. And talk of a dreamlike thought: these are the last few days before Christmas. How did that much time slip by?

Here's to a smooth week.

And to Holiday moments, slowed-down.

Hmm, one of the many trillions of things that happened on this day, 43 years ago, was me!

Groovy!

:-)

Heavy winds have scrubbed the skies blue, the landscape is cold again. Sunlight pours down on the stillness.

Thirteen hours and three minutes ago, I wrote the two lines, above.

Now it is dark and brightly cold. The soft whir of the computer's fan is the main soundtrack (that, and the clicking of the keyboard). Outside, in the distance: a dog barking.

I'm tired, but not tired enough...

18 hours, 16 minutes, later:

I feel like a vampire, shrinking back at the emergence of dawn. The sky looks like a piece of dirty ice, melting from ink to brightness. 7:15 am. The landscape is a ghost. My back is stiff. Sleep will be like falling down a well.

3 Days, 10 hours, later...

And it is as black and as cold as frost at midnight. My head hurts, vaguely. I feel stressed and exhausted at the same time. I should sleep. Perchance...

4 days, 10 hours, now.

We were meant to live for so much more, but we lost ourselves...

Five days and two hours...

And the first real snow has frosted the grass and hills around here. The streets are still clear -- cold and dark. The skies a uniform whitish-gray. Isolated flakes drift aimlessly in the chilly air. They say that more of the white is coming. Time, will tell...

5 days, 19 hours, and the paleness of the sky has washed down onto the ground. The cold is deep. A few flakes drift here and there. The roads are clear, though -- which is good, for I'll be driving today...

6 days, 5 hours, since this started. It's dark again. Chilly. Christmas lights are shining their colors and we've climbed this trellis to the weekend. It's Friday now. December 8th.

Time.

Flies.

It is warm, and the time seems strange. How can we be so deep into this year when it feels like Spring? How can Christmas be so close?

I've been cleaning. And adjusting. They say that the weather is going to change (taking on a more seasonal aspect). Change seems to be all around me, already. Here's to it all being good.

And Hello December. May these hours be beautiful ones...