Thoughts on the Holiday Season
It all made sense to me as a I walked home from Netball Olivia’s impromptu Christmas get-together. I understood what these cold, snowy Northern Hemisphere holidays mean to me.
It all made sense to me as a I walked home from Netball Olivia’s impromptu Christmas get-together. I understood what these cold, snowy Northern Hemisphere holidays mean to me.
Sometimes, life is not particularly interesting. And right now, life here is not terribly notable. And that’s okay. But I’m doing what I need to get by and to chase my dreams. That has to count for something, right?
Two days ago, we had the first snow of the season here in Chicago. Just as the forecast predicted, the temperature fell below zero, the wind picked up, and the rain started. And then I missed it.
My sister asked me if I’ve spent an evening sipping red wine and listening to Blues here in Chicago. As yet, I have not managed that, but I did see the ‘blues’ a few weeks ago — before the greyness descended — up in the expansive midwestern sky.
Only a few weeks ago, we were diving off the pier and into the cool, clear waters of Lake Michigan. Impromptu weekday swims. Afternoons spent drying off in the warm breeze. But as autumn gains momentum, this summer seems more and more like a dream.
Becoming a yogini has made me much, much kinder to myself. And this, in turn, makes me kinder to others. It’s a welcome change.