When the mud ices over and rain turns into snow, I think about the Balloon Girl. Not the girl who stood with outstretched arms, looking up at the balloon she lost. No. My head is filled with the image of the Balloon Girl who held onto as many balloons as she could and wondered how many more she could gather in order to fly.
In the dead of winter, what pretty things do you think about to lift yourself up?
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My plane didn’t get in until 11 that night. I am so bummed. We had tried to change the tickets but getting in and out of Tucson is kind of like traveling to and from Ithaca. Not enough destination cities. Too many connecting flights. All I can do is hope for it to be in the summer line-up of encore performances. Darn.
Delightful shot of Marika!
In winter i am energized by the beauty of the snow-covered landscape and tree trunks without their leaves. What magnificent designs they create!
Thanks, Annette. I think I can see what you mean by the designs created by trees without leaves. I believe you can find beautiful designs in anything. Even if it’s just eggplant on your plate, you seem to appreciate something more than meets my eyes. Keep energized. And thanks for sharing your inner/outer children last week. Cheers!
I think about it being one day closer to spring! When I can be out where the birds are singing instead of watching them from my window, and how the frost will melt and my gardens will soften waiting for my hands to dig in them, and the sun will feel warmer on my skin as I lift my face to the sky. Oh yeah these are my positive thoughts that help get me through these next few months.
That is so great you can remember the warmth and softness of the earth in sunshine. I wonder if you go shopping for seeds in anticipation of the spring too? I was never a gardener but I can understand how you could draw on these things to feel warm and snug in the winter. Birdsong. I miss that too. Cheers!
I think about the beautiful faces of all my friends. I think about the music that I hear in my head and who has played it and who has sung it and what the words are and who wrote them and what they might mean at any given moment in my life. I think of all the teachers I’ve had and all that I’ve learned from them. I think about who is settled comfortably in their lives and who might need a helping hand, at this moment. Your image of the balloon girl reminds me of the film I saw when I was a child entitled “The Red Balloon”, and of course of “Les Parapluies de Cherbourg (spelling?)”. And I dream of being in Paris with my beloved Kate.. #JeSuisJuif. #JeSuisCharlie #ViveLaFrance! #MMKovary
I remember “The Red Balloon” and “Les Parapluies…” and Paris. Maybe it’s the hat that gets us thinking of the French. You are so lucky to have music as such an important part of your life. It must be very calming and grounding to have music. But to be in love in Paris. I’ve never had that one. Hang onto those memories. Paris was just another city for me when I went last. I kept thinking I should be there with someone I loved. I stuffed myself with food, my default lifter-upper. Sigh.