I checked the almanac yesterday and
realized that soon it will be Groundhog’s Day. I can’t seem to overcome this
feeling anxiety caused by the rapidness of life. Wasn’t it just Christmas?
I love
this time of year – this little pocket of time that is a teaser to spring, at
least down here in the Deep South. First, there is Groundhog’s Day and then
Mardi Gras and Valentine’s Day capped off with St Patrick’s Day. I suppose I am
fond of these days because the retailers haven’t yet found too many ways to
commercialize them – they are certainly working on it but it’s still in
moderation.
I, as I have mentioned before, had a wonderful mother and one of
the wondrous things about her was her earthiness – her ability and desire to
make do and to create from found objects. Preparing for a holiday was never
about a trip to Hobby Lobby - it was a scavenger hunt through seldom used
drawers and cupboards and a possible trip through the woods – gathering things
to create. I try to remember the “things” she made but I cannot – I just
remember the journey.
In saying that, I think of the money spent on all of those
“things” (made in China) that serve little purpose because there was no journey
attached to them. It is cliché to write about the “journey” - like most things
in our culture, it has become a catch phrase and becoming quickly overused and
abused but I dare to use it here, for I speak of the physical journey – the walks
through the woods, the rummaging through the house and never, the trip to town.
I place so much value in that example – I regret to say that I have not always
followed in her conservative footsteps but I have never forgotten the lesson
and I use this post to share it with you.Perhaps it will motivate you to think more of your natural resources and to tap into your creativity - it's there for you to enjoy and share.
The Full Wolf Moon will rise this Saturday
night and this cold and unhurried month of January will end soon after. The
almanac is forecasting a chilly start to February in my area and as
uncomfortable as cold weather is, it has purpose.
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