The winter funk has had hold of me for long enough! It is time to shrug it off and push through into the light.
The gripping chill of the days and the gripping ice lock of the night have had way too much power over me and my thoughts of late. Writing? What is that? Even my resolve to clean and organize my home has gone into the Arctic zone.
Yes, I did manage to find my bedroom... YEAH! A major accomplishment, but the overflow is in my den, the worst of the murky mess. I managed to find corners of my living room, but that is about as far as I got. I just am not motivated when the temps are near 0. All I want to do is curl up in a quilt near the fire with the animals cuddled about me for added warmth.
But today the sun came out and it is supposed to be near 50 degrees. Even though everything still looks dead and remain dormant, I have hope. Of course, yesterday I ordered a bunch of seeds. I am headed to buy potting soil.
Time for the GREEN of new birth, new life!
That looks a brave little shoot, with all the cracked Earth below it - time for a drink?
ReplyDeleteThere is talk of spring everywhere I go this week. Welcoming talk, and if that makes us feel better, warmer, hopeful, then let's talk and talk and talk! Those deeply planted seeds stir, soak up melted snow, quiver their little hearts out. Won't be long . . .
ReplyDeleteThank the good Lord, Joy & Jinksy. Spring is just a heartbeat away.
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