There are as many nights as days,
and the one is just as long as the other
in the year’s course.Even a happy life cannot be
without a measure of darkness,
and the word “happy” would lose its meaning
if it were not balanced by sadness.It is far better to take things as they come along
with patience and equanimity.-Dr Carl Jung
Rain.
I grow weary of the rain.
In particular, this chilly, windy rain,
making each trip to my car a physical comedy, ice skating in well-oiled banana peels.
The wet leaves are treacherous.
I don’t actually think I have Seasonal Affective Disorder. FYI. At least, I hope not.
I think that the change in weather encourages some primal need for hibernation, and that I’m doing my body an incredible disservice by wresting it from its warm cocoon of blankets and forcing it to perform menial tasks: the making of lunches, the doing of dishes, the taking of pictures, the brushing of teeth.
It’s unnatural. All I want is to burrow back in. It’s like some sort of obsessive fantasy. Soon I will get back in bed….
I baked a lot today, creating warmth and comfort while being productive and remaining in an upright position. Cookies and bread.
As you can see I cheated on my daily nature photos, taking them from the kitchen window… didn’t even open it, not wanting to invite in the bluster and the chill…
We will pretend they are intentional and artsy.
I look at them and I think, I’m melting, I’m melllllting……
On the other hand, I am beginning to look forward to the holiday season.
Time, perhaps, to come out of hibernation.
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