Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Burrowed under a blanket of snow. I've come to visit my mom who got stranded in another town and wont come home for a few days. I am taking the inspiration from the song for my own. Daytime t.v., the same pyjamas, snacks, my computer, some books, a journal. And surrender.

And it's delicious.

I love snow days - sure, they can feel pointless if you just wait for it to be over. But, I love to sink into the space they make and let other parts of me measure time. Parts that don't know how to read a clock. SARK once suggested you could 'measure time in cups of tea.' I prefer lattes, but either way a warm and liquid time is a nourishing kind of rest. My body measures time by the stiffness in my joints (time for a slow stretch), or by need of a bath or shower or it's hunger. My senses measure time by the shades of light in the sky - oh look! it's bathe in ray of sunlight time - or by the fluctuations in temperature - snuggle time?

How would you let a snow day lavish you with rest? How would you measure the time while the snow has it's way?


ReachDabbleShine said...

Love your singing, your guitar playing, your voice, your presence.

Maybe you can make everyday a snow day :-)

Diva Mentor Deb

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