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We're inside today...travel plans halted, due to snow. Who wants to drive for hours in slippery snow with a toddler in the back? Not this girl. So we're home. A true snow day. Another reminder that Mother Nature does as she pleases, on her own time, regardless of our plans. Such is Life.
We slept in and allowed for lots of extra snuggle time in Mama's bed. (This is my most favorite thing in the world.) Then we made pancakes and ate breakfast. We went from window to window, front to back, over and over... "there it is...snow! I see it, Mommy, the snow! It falls on the cars, the trees, the grass, the porch...everything!"
So it does. I had a rough night last night, processing the big bad world a little too much, as I do sometimes. It just gets in, I just feel it, all of it, so hard. How...could a human being do such things to their own kind? I will never understand it, ever. What happens inside, what goes on, to bring a human being, an innocent...to such lows and depravity? And does our world, this society, create criminals and sociopaths? Or is evil simply born into some of us and not others? Big questions. Nature or nurture. I definitely won't answer it is in this blog, or perhaps in my lifetime.
So, last night, I read some happy, glossy tabloid news that cheered me up, I gazed at my peaceful, sleeping boy... and I drifted off to sleep. And I slept incredibly well. Deeply, peacefully, without interruption. Almost like I was under a dome, safe and away from all of it. The snow is always a welcome dose of perspective for me, always has been.
To awaken and see everything covered... pure, pristine, white, untouched. Innocent and neutral again. It does something, inside. A reset. It's like running sage over the entire swath of land where the snow fell. It just feels clean and fresh.
So today we relax. Slow and easy. Hot cocoa, maybe, laundry is in, we'll bake something healthy (ish). And we snuggle in bed watching a DVD that my son pulled off the shelf... The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh.
And my boy snuggles up with his stuffed doggie, wrapped in blankets, transfixed and is transported into the Hundred Acre Wood. Just as I had been, so often, in my youth. He recognizes characters... "Eeyore...he's sad. Pooh eats lots of honey, but he's funny. Tigger is so bouncy, and silly."
We watched for a while and then we had to go play with cars. I love that he won't watch more than 20 minutes or so of TV at a time... it's pretty great, in this overproduced, digital world.
But...the art. The archetypes, the stories, the emotions... the ART. The art, is the thing.
Art... is the thing that connects and drives us. That inspires and molds us. That understands us and pushes us forward. Cartoons, literature, song, drawings, paintings, film, poetry, sculpture...all of it. Art separates and defines us as individuals. Lifts us up and keeps us moving. To imagine, to sculpt new archetypes and characters out of the mind's eye and bring them to new Life, for generations to lean into and come to love. What a calling this is. What divine alchemy. What a...gift.
Moments most mundane can be swept up and away into new worlds, because another imagined them for us. Because another soul, somewhere, sat down and created them for us. To help us relate, connect, find joy, heal through sorrow. To laugh.
Art...is the thing. And to even have the blessed chance to have the muse tap your shoulder, to whisper into your soul, to sit present within you and have you create something new...is incredible to me. And to practice... to give attention to your gift. To focus and hone and sculpt it into its best...is paying respect to what's been given. Not everyone is creative in the same way, and each of us...has something special and unique in the way we deliver our creativity.
A writer not writing, is courting madness. I constantly have to remind myself to turn my energy around and focus it into the right channels...to create. Thanks, Pooh Bear and the gang.
“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.” - A. A. Milne
Happy weekend... <3