Midwinter Morning Musing

Midwinter is my peak. I lift out of the mood-cycle muck-cycle that begins every year in late October. I wake up with new eyes.

Last week was very sad. I received news of two friends deaths.

February is my favorite month, I always feel the spring light coming back. Mother earth provides.

I am back at my standing desk in my studio versus the mud room what I jokingly call the country house. Someday I must dust and organize my studio. it would mean going through things which I HATE to do. My studio is messy but my mind is disciplined. Perhaps this is the better way.
This winter was made better by committing to swimming schedule through the daily drudge of winter lows. Just one lap! Is all I ask. Habit is the muse.

Sometimes happiness is following a craving. I bought saltines and oreos. I made peanut butter crackers to go with my salad and beans and after dinner I had coffee with 2 oreos. I was 6 years old again.

Last night I was in my kitchen chopping potatoes for German potato salad. I heard voices. I looked in the alley from my picture window. I did not see anyone. I went back to chopping potatoes. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. My sweet neighbor was very upset. "We were robbed," the young man said. I told him I had heard voices 20 minutes ago and looked in the alley. The police officer arrived and I told him what I heard. The thieves went into the alley and into the window.

I injured my finger with the dog-leash but today it is a little bit better. The bruise changes colors each day yellow green to purple red. It's a mood finger.

Every year I imagine making a fish tank aquarium in my living room. But then I can't remove anything to make room. I've decided that my Romeo is my fireplace. Perhaps he is my fish tank too and all of my dreams on four legs. Romeo hates the cold. He is in bed with my husband right now.

I should make hats. With my pixie-crew-cut I need my hat to stay warm and hat to keep cool. I wear my periwinkle fleece hat and my straw hat in summer. I wear no hat in the pool so I can stay cool.

I finally figured out how to make good coffee in my single serving mug. This is no small feat!

Every child deserves to hear this message loud and clear: We care about you. We love you. You’re important. You matter, and we’re going to support you.

Thinking today about my favorite picture book FORTUNATELY, by Remy Charlip. This book is a metaphor for life!