And then it snows…

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Otherwise known as; Musings on a snowy day.

Today we received our first snowfall. It is ridiculously windy, and the snow is wet, but it has arrived! I prefer low wind, and a light dusting for a first snowfall. I must remember to speak with Mother Nature on this.

Some people feel secluded when the first snow comes, especially if they are far from home. I find it makes your heart feel a little lighter if you think about all the happy and amazing things a snowfall brings. Memories abound in my mind when I see snow. (New ones created today when my puppy saw his first snow. Jury is still out on his feelings about it.)

I think about times past. My children all bundled up to go play, myself sliding down my neighbours little hill at camp, and way back when I used to not be chubby and went skiing. Building snowmen, and forts. These things still happen actually, and although I’m certain most people think “I’m too old for that kind of stuff”, I say, you are as old as you want to be. I have pointed out many times that us adults need to spend more time with kids. Winter is no exception!

To me, and my strange imagination, people will describe this event in 2 ways:

The cold, white kiss of death clung to the ground, and refused to give way. I felt it right through to my soul, and wondered if I would ever again know joy and warmth. It is the destroyer of life, and keeps everyone hiding in their homes, praying for warmer, brighter days.

And

As I gazed at the soft, white blanket covering the ground, I felt my heart grow warmer. Hugging the ground with its protecting embrace, I felt joy in knowing that everything was now at rest. Months would go by, and nature would slumber until finally the snow retreated, allowing the cycle to begin again.

Which one do you feel you relate to most? I’m the latter. I apologize for the way I describe things. My imagination likes to run wild, and I find it to be wonderful and odd.

This snowfall comes at a perfect time. Writing, at the moment, is about a wet, misty time of war, with snow hiding on the outskirts. The characters are feeling both those descriptions, and it always helps me get in the mood when the weather outside matches a part I am writing. (now to kill off a popular character)

However you look at this time of year, try and make some light of it all. A little bit of silliness tends to brighten the day. Perhaps, throw a snowball at someone? (make certain it’s a someone who is ok with that kind of thing)

(I should also point out I’m a winter baby. A true one who enjoys snow, and doesn’t mind if the weather gets a bit cold.)

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A Musing

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A monarch keeps flitting about my yard. It has avoided the many birds swooping through, and brings a smile to my face. I have milkweed, but it appears the few little ones which hatched have succumbed to the circle of life.

Silly little things like this inspire me. In my latest novel, in the middle of a battle, which the good guys are losing, a lone butterfly will flutter past the disheartened soldiers, giving them a small glimmer of hope.

Another way I am being inspired lately, is my new puppy.

This is Vader. (Darth Bob Vader if you ask my youngest and my dad) He didn’t have a great start to life, but he is learning. Nibbling on everything, and half listening, are my daily experiences. Such is the way of a puppy.

Vader makes me have to sit in the grass more often, and remember how to play. He sort of gets fetch, and it makes me smile when he understands what is going on. At almost 12 weeks, he is coming along great.

Have you ever watched a puppy play? With Vader it’s rough and tumble, running like mad, and interesting wipe outs. I laugh, want to beat, am exhausted regularly, and loving it all. He gives me ideas at how certain species should fight in my little war. Quick strikes, fighting hand to hand in a rough and tumble way, and failing to succeed some of the time. But learning. It’s still morning, and he has shown me so much already.

No matter what muse has bit you, don’t sell anything short. If you look, you will find inspiration is all around you.

A Whisper From The Wind

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Today I am lucky to have another sunny morning, with a light breeze. Where I live, a light breeze is welcome. (the lake likes to give us gusting wind) The soft kiss on my cheek to let me know the wind blowers are still about. One should never take the wind blowers for granted.

They are brothers and sisters, in a constant battle for supremacy. Some days they work in unison, but usually they like to fight. Just watch the clouds as they float by. Some are pushed one way, and other the opposite. “Don’t push your clouds to me,” they holler at each other. Us mortals only hear it as wind whistling through the trees. Sometimes they rage, and if you are on the sea, you suffer the wrath.

I enjoy when the breeze is about. My windchimes tell dark spirits to stay away, and help fairies flit about the petals of my flowers. When a dandelion is ready to burst its white seeds, a breeze helps them dance. “Farewell” say the fairies, for it is they who nurtured the dandelion to this point. They are sad for only a breath, for more flowers require their attention.

Today I will listen to the whispers. The wind has many stories, and if you listen with your imagination, you might be lucky enough to hear one.