Photo: Colin Lloyd
Photo: Colin Lloyd
Photo: Max Bender
Winter can be so beautiful. Like a magical fairy land, depending on where you are. That’s an important point, the depending on where you are, thing. A lovey country lane, is very different from a city/suburban street. A place with little traffic is far different than an expressway. Clean, fluffy, newly fallen snow, sparkling with diamonds has little to do with pitch black, filthy, huge, piles of it that have been plowed to the curbs or in parking lots.
The thing that bothers me is that EVERY SINGLE THING IN LIFE, seems to have two sides…one beautiful, the other not so much. Dichotomies. Love someone/hing, then it’s grabbed and taken away by death. Everything has a flip side that makes you want to hit it with a bit stick. Even snow.
So, I guess the moral of the story is to take the two days, or fifteen minutes, of beauty that the snow provides, and enjoy it, while being prepared to put up with the weeks, or months, that it takes for it to melt in it’s dirty form.
As I said, everything’s like that…so…we have to either move away from the snow, if we don’t want to put up with it, or never love anyone, or anything, if we don’t want the pain it might give us. Instead we can just play, with no expectations, or attachments, until we die. I mean we don’t have to live where it snows and we don’t have to love. Those are choices we make. Are there losses or gains to all of our choices? Probably. We just have to decide how much we’re willing to pay for the choices we make. Which will cost more and kill us more slowly, or destroy us by inches. Which will make us the happiest? Or the least miserable.
On the other hand, we can just say “screw it,” and get on with it, which, to me, seems like the best way to go about things. It all depends on how much you can take and how much you’re willing to fight back. Some of us are terrible at simply “accepting” what comes our way.
The AA prayer that a person once read to me, did not make any sense. First of all, you have to give up your own personal power/responsibility, and ask for some invisible person/thing’s help, and just accept the things you can’t see how to change. I know people who have been saved by that poem. I would never be one of them. All I’m saying is that we all need different things in life, to eventually get us to the exit.
The word “accept,” is a foreign concept to me. I might understand that I can’t change certain things, but I’ll either keep trying, or just never accept what happened. I’m okay with those things Keeps me warm in the winter…that flame of quiet rage that burns inside of me. I can’t imagine living without it. It doesn’t hurt me, it makes me strong, and that’s why I think people are told to stop fighting, so they aren’t a problem and don’t bother the status quo. I could be wrong, of course. But so could they.
Anyway, more snow coming. There’s nothing I can do to stop it, if it decides to fall on us. But I don’t have to like it, or go silently into the night accepting it. I can hiss at it and growl, or hit it with a shovel. That might not bother the snow, but it will make me feel better. Maybe I’ll make a cat snow person. I made Snoopy once and Deb and I made a gorgeous gigantic goddess with a red heart buried in her chest. Boys drove up and beat her to the ground with bats within the first hour. See what I mean?
I don’t accept things like that. That’s what magic and hexes are for.
top photo: Pixabay
bottom photo: Mine from last year
We, in the Chicago area, are supposed to get 11, yes, ELEVEN more inches of snow, starting this afternoon around four. That’s on top of the snow already on the ground. And more is coming.
What fun. Not!
A friend of mine called and said they are warning people that if they go out tonight to be sure and have food, water, blankets and a flashlight in their car. It’s never a good thing to hear that.
Apparently Mother Nature has been playing with us, leading us to believe that this was going to be one of the best winters ever. She started out with a fall ice storm and then calmed down and things have been blissful. Now, however, she’s decided that she’s been nice long enough, and all bets are off. Sigh.
It seems ridiculous that we can’t steer the planet. I mean then we could just turn it toward the SUN, once in awhile. It only seems fair. But no. The planet pretty much does whatever it feels like doing, and we’re just along for the ride. I mean it’s not as if we can go anywhere else, right? I still can’t believe we all live on a rock flying through space and all we do is kill everything. How crazy are we? Never mind, it was a rhetorical question.
Is it spring yet?
Photo: Aditya Vyas
“Yes,” he said. “You did very well. It’s beautiful and just the right mixture and weight. It’s perfect snow.”
“Thank you,” she said, throwing her arms around him. “But…”
“But you still don’t understand why you can’t play here all year long, do you?”
“It doesn’t make sense,” she said, looking at her boots. “We always have to leave.”
“You remember Summer, don’t you?”
She nodded. “I met her at the Inbetween party. Everyone loves her.”
“That’s true. Most most people do love her,” he laughed. “She brings sunlight, long lazy days, warmth, flowers…”
“I know dad,” she said. rolling her eyes. “You’ve told me this story a hundred times. Summer doesn’t like to leave in a rush, so she slides into fall and then fall puts things to sleep, so we can come in and paint everything with diamonds that sparkle in the darkness. I know all of that. But that doesn’t explain why we can’t stay here all year long.”
“Because the earth moves around the sun and the angle…”
“Fine,” she huffed. “How long do we have?”
“March or April.”
“Okay,” she smiled. “And people LOVE us right now. They’re all hoping for a White Christmas, so they can match the songs and movies to their own lives..”
“Something like that,” he said, grinning at her.
“I don’t want to freeze the ground too deeply this year, because I’ve been reading about chipmunks and I like them.”
“Okay, my sweet. No deep freezes this year.”
“Tell your mother. As the Winter Goddess and She’s the one in charge.”
“I already told her.”
“I’m getting much better at working with the wind to make snowbanks.”
“I’ve heard that. I’m proud of you.”
“When I was little…”
“You mean last year,” he laughed.
“…I thought snowbanks were banks that saved snow.”
“I remember,” he said, smiling. The landscape you just covered looks…stunning. You take after your mother. You’re talented in so many ways.”
“Mom said the same thing. She said that I definitely take after her. She said you lack the delicate touch. She said instead of painting a branch you over load it until it snaps.”
“She’s right,” he snickered. “She’s absolutely right.”
“If you’re not too busy dad, do you want to go out and make a blizzard?”
“I’d like that very much,” he said, getting up from his ice cold chair. “Where would you like to start?”
“East coast,” she said. ” Six to eight inches? It will be beautiful, once we’re finished decorating.”
“It always is,” he laughed, grabbing her hand. “Lead the way.”
And that’s how the Winter family plays together.