Monday, January 03, 2011
It's funny how grateful I can be for the simplicity of blue skies when you live in a place where they can be few and fleeting during many months of the year. I'm grateful for Portland teaching me this lesson.
Fleeing Southern California many moons ago, I left a place where blue skies were the norm, and I grew up wearing short sleeved shirts and shorts year round. I don't miss that life one bit—don't be fooled by my waxing poetically about blue sky. You don't realize what you have when you have it all of the time, and you certainly don't have the extreme beauty of seasonal changes: spring blooms, fall color, the quiet of snow as it covers a neighborhood.
A friend recently reminded me without the dark, there can be no light. And that is how it is with winter, with sunshine, and with rain. I so value this dark time of year to be introspective, mindful, focused, and questioning, but when that sun comes out? I go to it like a meth head jonesing for a fix. (You thought I was going to use a lovely nature inspired analogy there? Ha!)
Go to the sun, fellow winterbees. Drink it in, feel the Vitamin D curse through your veins. Fill up your sunshine tank and bask in the euphoria of your high. I certainly am.
Posted by LeLo at Monday, January 03, 2011