I stayed outside for the better part of half an hour at sunset taking photos of the clouds and sky. I really wanted to capture that little sliver of moon, but the clouds were moving too fast. It remained hidden most of the time I was out there, only peeking out briefly. By the time I came back in my fingers were numb. It’s a good thing I came in when I did because a downpour came not even 10 minutes later.
The skies this past week have reflected my own mood, dark and brooding. The week started off pretty raunchy. I wanted to attend Cookeville’s Christmas parade Monday night and even made the attempt to go. However, I left my house much later than intended and didn’t anticipate problems in finding a place to park my car. After half an hour of driving around aimlessly, I became overwhelmed and frustrated with the crowd. I finally returned home, completely missing the parade. The rest of the week seemed overshadowed by this disappointment.
Financial stress is weighing heavily on my mind. I’ve been through much harder times than these, but the holidays make it so much worse. Commercial advertising during this season does little more than sicken and disgust me. Even if I had the money to shop for loved ones, I’m not so sure that I would be able to do so in good conscience. David calls it “Gimme Day.” Honestly, I can’t blame him a bit for that. I seem to find myself redefining what the holiday season means to me and what traditions I wish to include in the celebration thereof.
Having been brought up in a Christian household, I understand the reasoning behind, “Jesus is the reason for the season.” As a child and teen, I would have argued that myself. However now, I see this holiday season as so much more than only the observed celebration of Christ’s birth. Further back in history, celebrations of this time of year observed the cycles of change that affected everyone’s life and a renewed hope that all would be well. I so look forward to the winter solstice which marks the turning point of the year when the “rebirth of the sun” begins the gradual increase in sunlight once again. This aspect of the holiday is so often overlooked nowadays.
Here it is closer to midnight than I intended to release my thoughts. I will only add that I’m sorry that I’ve been a little more quiet than usual in my comments and responses lately. I’m afraid that the darker the days grow so does my mood and my ability to communicate effectively. At least I know in my heart that this cycle is one of contemplation and introspection. It’s as necessary as the leaves falling from the trees. Change is guaranteed in that respect. The end of one cycle brings hope for new beginnings.
I glanced out the window to see these wispy pink clouds amidst the grey ones. I snapped this photo from the window, but quickly made my way outside to try to get a better one. However, by the time I threw on my shoes and jacket, the pink had already disappeared. Perhaps, I should have titled this one “Fleeting Moment.”
My calendar pointed out that today is Peace Day or the International Day of Peace. When I think about peace, I think of all people on the planet – all nations, all individuals, no matter they’re differences – working together to make the world a better place for all living things. To me, this an inspirational thought, one that will move us forward to accomplish great things.
“Imagine” by John Lennon has to be one of the most beautiful, meaningful songs ever written. I decided to record myself playing it today in honor of International Peace Day. No words, just me banging on the keyboard. 😉
Tonight’s sky was absolutely gorgeous. Storm clouds are still hovering overhead from this morning’s tempest that blew through. Aw, perhaps, tempest is too strong a word as it really wasn’t too horribly bad here. David and I checked the radar several times last night, watching it creep closer and closer. I decided to go to bed around 2:45am; and just as I was drifting off to sleep, a loud thunder crack startled me awake. I jumped so hard that I startled Moses who was nestled under the covers sleeping on my lap. I had to laugh at myself and David when he came in the bedroom and asked, “Did it get you?” He knows me well. I’m not afraid of storms. Actually, I quite enjoy them; but I startle very easily.
When I look to the sky with curiosity, I now know curiosity is out there exploring an entirely different planet. In the early morning hours of August 6 at 1:32am Eastern time, NASA’s Curiosity rover successfully landed on Mars. Launched late last November for a 36-week flight, Curiosity traveled 352 million miles! Now, that is a long flight! If there is anything I wanted to remember about today specifically, that bit of news tops my list. Congratulations to everyone who worked so hard to accomplish this tremendous feat!