Yesterday’s hope for a snowy morning manifested in a full day of white flakes. My recipe for a restful snow day:
1. Bundle up very warm and walk to the grocery store being careful not to slide down the hill while shaking snowflakes from your hair just because it is fun.
2. Return home and prepare special Snow Day breakfast. Gluten free toaster waffles smothered in Nutella and topped with banana chips, fresh blackberries, slivered almonds, and coconut flakes. Pair with sausage links, and a few kumquats. Serve with pumpkin spiced coffee.
3. Watch “Elf” and laugh wildly even though you have seen the movie a dozen times.
4. Watch “The Holiday” and look out the window often, allowing yourself to be mesmerized by the snow.
5. Put fresh sugar water in the hummingbird feeder and watch the little buggers fight over who gets to drink first.
6. Go to lunch with some of your favorite people. Order GF turkey sandwich with Swiss cheese and cranberries. Drink Cranberry Orange tea.
7. Take photos of the snow. Take your time and be sure to touch snow, stomp snow, taste snow, and shake snow. Love the snow.
8. Read Dan Brown’s Inferno while also doing laundry.
9. Cook and eat dinner (pork chops, roasted brussel sprouts with garlic aioli, and Pecorino roasted potatoes) while drinking a GF beer and trying to keep the cat off your lap while you eat.
10. Write a blog post outlining your day and be sure to let your readers know that you didn’t feel any guilt about taking this day to relax, rest, and enjoy your life.
Today I did not have to work. I stayed inside my little apartment because the temperature outside never went above freezing. I spent the day catching up on my favorite TV shows (Survivor, The Amazing Race, Once Upon a Time), cleaning up my email inbox, compulsively checking Facebook, napping, and reading Dan Brown.
I ate leftover pizza, drank hot chocolate mixed with coffee, made egg drop soup (twice).
I spent most of the day in bed.
And I felt guilty. Not just a twinge of guilt, but massive worry that I was being “bad,” doing something “wrong,” neglecting some important need in my life. I felt guilty for resting.
I thought I should be working on a writing project, cleaning my desk, organizing my bookshelves. I thought I should be out getting exercise, doing yoga, returning work emails.
But, it is winter. All of nature is resting. And after five years of non-stop graduate school deadlines I need rest too. It is okay to rest. I am giving myself permission to rest. And, dear reader, I am passing on that permission to you.
Tomorrow morning it might snow. I hope that it does. I would like to wake up to that kind of beauty. A reminder of quiet, of reflection, of rest before waking.
Freezing Fog Frost by CardiacRN
Today it was cold. Really cold.
When I arrived to work this morning I said to one of my community’s elders, “Cold enough for you?” She laughed and said. “I like it. Feels good to have fresh air.” And the truth is, I liked it too. The cold air biting my face and hands helped me feel more awake, more alert to my day. It brought the world into focus.
And it made me want to sit in a warm room, with a cup of hot chocolate, and write.
This is a photo of my great-great-great grandparents Isaac McCoy (Ottawa) and Mary Thorpe McCoy (Sac and Fox). The little boy is their grandson, my great-grandfather. The photo was taken in 1900 at the Sac and Fox agency.
These are only three of my many ancestors. It is good to know where we come from. It is good to remember all the connections that had to happen in order for us to be here. In this way we remember that every life is precious, that each of us is a miracle.
For a long time I have imagined God as Mother. When I was younger I wanted to remove all the figures from the Nativity until I was left with Mama and baby. Now I can.
My prayer tonight:
Mama God, wrap your arms around us. Love us. Cradle us. Tell us good stories and remind us of your presence all around. Let your veil be the blanket of stars we sleep under and bless our dreams with the wisdom of the ancestors. Aho.