A February Itch…
It happens every winter, I get bored in February. Sometimes I am injured, or ill, or just down right bored with winter. This year I might not have been so bored with winter but an injury has side-lined me from the winter pursuits in the great white out-of-doors. And when side-lined and resting I turn to fantasy, poetry, good books and movies. But most often I dream of hot sand under feet, the sound of waves. and the memory of sun on bare skin, a brown tan, and the promise of summer joy.
I am reading The Secret Lives of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, a book borrowed from the lending library at The Joy Center in Ishpeming. I had attended a vision boarding workshop just last month and the book caught my eye. I love the rhythm and the language and the character of Lily.
“Every time I refused to wipe away the wetness. It made the world seem so alive to me. I couldn’t help but envy the way a good storm got everyone’s attention.”
These words spoken by Lily as she stands in the rain, remind me of the electricity we feel during a storm. Ionization of air. The smell rising from the ground. Slap of thunder.
I get tired of cold feet and hands in February. Two pairs of socks and the wish to wear gloves with the finger-tips cut off while typing for long sessions. I need to pull all the blinds up high and draw back curtains but the cold creeps past moldings and winds up from the floor and around my soul. Tugging, the seasonal depression creeps in and I crawl under three comforters and dream of waking to lilac.
This past weekend finally watched Julie and Julia and quite frankly it only reminded me how far behind I am on my dreams, or should I say the dreaming is not the problem it is the productivity!
I think the movie may have driven me further under the covers.
I get distracted easily with Twitter @kimnixon and with other social media. I scatter myself across numerous blogs, and I let deadlines pass without submitting my photos. I am imperfect. True.
But then there is the 78-year-old man in the movie Up who ties balloons to his house to follow a dream. Blue, red, yellow, pink, purple, tied to long strings, filled with helium. A good strong updraft and we are up and over the mountains baby!!
Take me there. NO. Wait. Mountains are generally cold.
How do you maintain warmth? How do you get to June? How do you get to your next fishing trip? Please share.
Posted on February 2, 2010, in Creative Every Day 2010, Creative Inspirations, Ordinary Day and tagged dreaming, february itch, Julie and Julia, seeking warmth, stuck in winter, The Secret Lives of Bees, Up. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.