Thursday, September 29, 2016
Faith is about Believing.
Winter weather for this California girl!
Waking up this morning warm and toasty in my cozy home on wheels, I recall images of growing up in Springfield, Illinois –– gray skies with clouds reaching up to the ceiling and stretching across the horizon like a soft blanket, and the cold wind blowing enough to make the trees shiver and shake off their leaves. I scoot up and peer out the window. The change in the landscape excites me, now, just as it did long ago –– The change of seasons –– Hoping for a snow day.
In my sexy thermal long johns, I snuggle into bed covers, pulling them and the two afghans up to my chin. Today, just like when I was ten, the weather promises a day of freedom to do whatever I want, to go wherever I decide and share it with whomever I choose. When I was ten, the thrill of making forts and snow angels was all I ever wanted on a day like today. And the place, which drew me, was as close as my back yard, where the fresh fallen snow lay like a pristine blue ocean in dawn’s first light. Back then it was my sister and my childhood friends, it was my best high school girlfriend and it was my first love with whom I created the memories.
I stretch, careful not to disturb Sportster, my buddy and life partner, who, unlike a dog, does not give unconditional love. Curled up beside me in the deep folds of the blankets, purring with gratitude, my cat comforts me.
Today, it is only California cold. It is only snowing autumn leaves. It is a beautiful day to enjoy the freedom to do whatever I want, which will be writing –– to go wherever I decide, which is the eight steps in my PJs from my bedroom to my office. And it is a perfect day to share with Sportster, who reminds me that right here, right now, is all we have –– snow or no snow –– California or Illinois.
Believe in change.