These are the images I have captured and enjoyed lately. Seems like life is a bit
busy, but I’ve spent time with lovely people and enjoyed the falling snow.
I will get back to posting more than just images soon. Until then…
Incredible lines and patterns of frost that have appeared on my windshield recently. Almost mesmerizing…
On Thursday night at Higher Grounds watching Delco Ray, Bob told the crowd that the night would have ups and downs, and that we should all just sit back and enjoy the roller coaster ride that is Delco Ray (this after listening to people yell ridiculous requests of the band). Yes.
It seems that this is true of more than just a night of music. Life has rhythms, felt more intensely at certain times. Although I enjoy every moment on real roller coasters, it seems that the proverbial roller coaster of life is not always such a thrill.
Everything was irksome to me today. You may have described me as grouchy, or crabby…hmmm. Crabby, eh? What’s happening tonight? A full moon, a perigree moon. The biggest full moon of 2009, in fact. And it’s also the Cancer Full Moon (yes, I’m a cancer). I may not be a follower of astrology but I certainly don’t discount the notion that lunar cycles can have an affect on human cycles. I seem to be taking everything a bit too seriously lately. As if ruining scrambled eggs is a matter of life or death. (It’s not, by the way. Particularly when there is hot coffee and succulent bacon nearby.)
So much to learn. So much to understand. So much to ponder. But tonight is about doing nothing, except maybe howling at the moon.
But first, some lyrics to share. “Changing contentments” always strikes me…
Love And Some Verses
iron and wine, lyrics by sam beam
Love is a dress that you made
long to hide your knees
love to say this to your face,
“I’ll love you only”
for your days and excitement,
what will you keep for to wear?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
Love and some verses you hear
say what you can’t say
love to say this in your ear,
“I’ll love you that way”
from your changing contentments,
what will you choose for to share?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
Monday night I devoured the following:
1 grilled cheese
1 cup of soup
1 slender pickle
1.5 mugs of coffee
1 chocolate croissant
150+ pages of a book
Here are a few perches I staked out for my evening of eating, reading, and observing:
We went for a walk Friday afternoon on Mackworth Island. I’ve only been there in the summer before so it was wonderful to see all the changes a different season brings to the place. It was just as beautiful with its beaches laced in ice, and any bits of color standing out triumphantly against the drab browns and snowy fields. Beaches in winter are amazing places.
I visited the Indiana Dunes National Lake Shore in late winter a few years ago and departed in sheer amazement. The landscape was almost unrecognizable, as the cold temperatures and resulting ice created a phenomenal playground. Below is a photograph from 1911 of a man on an ice shelf at the Indiana Dunes State Park. The view I had when I visited was not so spectacular as this, but it gives a glimpse of winter at the dunes nearly a century ago. And I find myself in awe.
[image courtesy of the Northwest Indiana Genealogical Society]
My body seems to have further betrayed me, leaving me able to speak only in uncomfortable squeaks and odd pitches. Laryngitis I suspect. Maybe the next couple days will demonstrate the virtue that monks find in taking vows of silence. Then again, talking is a hard habit to break and I still try to verbalize my thoughts, only to find once again that I sound like one of the Chipmunks with a bad cold. Yes, that bad. Just ask J.
I may not be able to talk, but I can still bake. We watched the whole BBC production of Pride and Prejudice last night, though I slept through much of it. And J enjoyed it even if his enthusiasm for Jane Austen is less than fervent. I think we finished the last tape (VHS!) near 2am. I awoke this morning with fits of coughing and restlessness and after adding a few logs to the hot coals in the stove, I set about finding a recipe for a breakfast baked good. Not willing to wait for anything requiring yeast, I first settled on biscuits and then opted for scones. I will admit they were not attractive — at any stage. I think the fog lodged in my head prevented the proper thought and care.
Nonetheless, the scones were fetched from the oven and though unshapely, we ate them eagerly with butter and lemon curd. And mugs of hot coffee. The coffee was a Finca Mauritania roast I ordered via this joy + ride, roasted by ed whitman (to learn more, read ed’s blog, Coffee is Food). It was a tasty and strong brew thanks to poor ratio calculations on my part. Again, I blame the brain fog.
I am feeling a bit stir crazy now, so I think J and I are going on a short jaunt to run some errands, including a bookstore visit, which is always welcome. And hopefully a winter walk to clear my mind. I hope your weekend is filled with slices of sound and silence.
