Inside, on the worst of the days, our family huddled together. While the winds whipped the willows, within our kitchen’s warmth we sipped hot tea and savored bowls of chili. Grateful to be safe from the treacherous roads we chatted, cherishing our time together.
Snow days can make for good memories. For those who can stay inside, they are a true gift.
I didn’t accomplish much this winter. I haven’t for a long while. It’s been months since I’ve blogged. Months since I have read. Or written. Months since I’ve done much of anything except life’s bare essentials – my job, laundry, minimal housework (not that housework has ever been a priority 😉 ). For a long time, I’ve felt tired. Fatigued. Nothing concrete enough to push me to seek medical help, just tired.
I’ve only had one major illness in my life. I’m not prone to seek medical advice for myself. But late this winter a lingering infection sent me to the doctor. I’m glad I went. After a series of blood tests, they found the underlying cause of my fatigue.
For me…my values have re-awakened. Nutrition habits have changed. I’m on meds. Temporarily at least, the doctor’s office is now on my speed dial. I will become healthy again.
I am a winter child. My whole life I have been happiest in winter. This year, as the snow melted and lilac leaf buds burst forth from seemingly dead twigs, I’ve come to see the relationship between winter and spring in a new light. A new road opens ahead.
It has been a long winter for us all, but spring has come. ∞