It is fascinating to hear how people think about and picture the passage of time.
When I think about the year ahead it resembles an oval race track (I cringe at the word race – for I find more and more that I’m trying to slow the passage of time – but I’ll use it for descriptive sake.)
Picture the one at your old highschool that encircles the football field. Perhaps like mine it was made of red cracked cement with white lines and markings to signal distance travelled.
On the other side you would find July and August, the hot meandering muggy summer with unbridled possibility.
The rounded corners are the shoulder months.
April, where seemingly overnight the endless winter suddenly turns to spring.
Summer steals the Labor Day holiday as its own, leaving September abridged, with just 3 short weeks to adjust to back to school, back to reality.
November and December, twirling by in a holiday haze.
As we whip around the December curve, heading down the straight stretch of winter, I’ll embrace the cold crisp air, the darker days meant to remind us all to take more time to rest. I’ll re-focus on the things that inspire and nourish me, both figuratively and literally.
Creativity. I’ve purchased a new lense for my SLR camera, and I’ll finally take that out to play.
Fresh Air. Every day. Rain or shine. Light or dark.