January 26, 2005
Picket fence
A dear and close personal friend privately commented that my last few entries have been pretty depressing . Am I not my usual ebullient self?
I do feel more than usually oppressed by the mounds of snow and the six foot walled igloos carved out of snow banks in which I am forced to park my car, when I can find a space that is vacant, within a mile of where I'm supposed to be, within an hour of when I'm supposed to be there.
It was suggested to me, because, to be sure, I would never have thought up the idea myself, that I am projecting onto the snow my relationship with my mother , coming down from on high. Oh dear. I do feel that it is hampering me, blanketing my existence , suffocating , exhausting, demanding time and attention I am reluctant to give but feel that I must. The snow has it's own agenda , which has
I shall have to learn to frolic in its fluffy mounds , admire it's power and beauty, twirl among it's falling flakes. Welcome the time it absorbs, use it for reverie , a break from mundane routine .
Fact of Life: ten more inches of snow are falling as I type.
Photo note: See the moire effect in the background
Posted by Dakota at January 26, 2005 07:03 AM