Three “Body” Night

Three “Body” Night

by Kelly (of rituals) ♥ 1 Comment
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Round about this time of year, and because we don’t have dogs, my husband and I start to look at our youngest a little more fondly, especially as night falls and the temperatures dip below freezing.

We have to be careful about the cost benefit of this attraction, given that our  bed is a little tight for three, particularly with one who moves about so freely in his dreams.

Last night, our desire for extra heat trumped our concern for a good night’s sleep,  and so we invited him between us, and it was mighty warm–much better than the hot water bottle that I’d been taking to bed with me of late.

By day break, I was sore and fatigued from sharing such little space, but the morning chill never reached me beside such lovely heat.

Kelly Salasin, late December, 2010

The Season of Advent

The Season of Advent

by Kelly (of rituals) ♥ 3 Comments

advent–noun

from the Latin adventus

meaning “coming”or arrival

especially of something extremely important

In mountain climates like ours, we have no choice but to “prepare” for the upcoming holidays of light given that they serve as the threshold of winter–no matter what our religious affiliation (or lack thereof.)

For New Englanders, it’s time for snow tires and scrapers, woolen socks and mittens, down comforters and flannel sheets, the wood pile and the woodstove, the plow poles and the shovels–and a deeper affection for the summer basil and the berries buried deep in the freezer.

The gardening books are returned to their shelves, and the poetry takes their place on the coffee table. Long neglected novels are unearthed at bedsides, and snuggling “in” supplants late nights at the pond.

All this preparation makes me wonder about those in warmer climates: How do they welcome the Season of Advent?

On this first Sunday, I light a candle to remind me of the warmth I want to create inside for the long months to come. I resurrect my yoga and meditation practice to soften the dark edge of short days, and I nurture hearth and home with breads in the oven and soups on the stove. Early dinners are shared with friends, and leisurely weekend breakfasts replace the flurry of summer activity.

But what of the rhythms of those without this kind of deep winter? How do they reset their internal clocks for this time of preparation and renewal?

There are certainly those of us would love to join them in their warmer climates. The onslaught of winter can feel imprisoning, especially as the snow piles climb and encroach upon house and road–and psyche. Some friends shorten their sentence by escaping, even for a week or two. And yet there is something about staying…

In this place of white, the world becomes silent, demanding a depth of present-ness, gifting those who are willing to be still.

(How do you ready yourself for winter’s turning in?)

~

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