Does where we write colour what we write? Do our surroundings impact on our work without us truly realising? And how about the weather – or the quality and intensity of sunlight? These are the questions I was asking myself on my morning walk today, beside the River Glomma, in Norway. One month ago I […]
Andrea Stephenson’s writing and photography are grounded in place, and in her deep and abiding sense of spirituality. In this post, February’s Doubts, she considers the light and shadow that is February, and reflects on creativity in difficult times. I am grateful to her for allowing me to share it with you.
February is the fag end of winter. Though I love this season, this is the point when I’m ready for spring, for light, for warmth. This is the point at which the cold and dark tires me and I trudge through the days simply surviving. When it is no longer as easy to connect with that self I find in the rich, dark dreaming. I have woken up, but rudely. February is the alarm that wakes me when I’m not ready to wake, interrupting a peaceful sleep. It is the truculent moment when I haul myself out of bed before I’m ready, to a day that I’m not looking forward to. A transition time, but not the lazy transition of summer into autumn, or the barely perceptible change from autumn to winter. February is hard work. Read more!
This morning we listened, as we usually do, to Harmonia via our local Public Radio station. Today’s program explored the music of composers killed or affected by the Plague.
This set me to thinking about Polio. Polio was a plague – or rather remains a plague, as it is making a comeback. For those of you who came of age after the mid-fifties, missing the plague years, it may come as a surprise to learn that Polio terrified North Americans for decades. Continue reading
I wore several layers of clothing and felt comfortable. Others were in shirtsleeves. I need those extra layers still.
We finally have a maple sap run! With luck the weather will cooperate and the season will be generous.
It has seemed a long winter, and I, like most everyone I know, am ready for warmer weather. As we are in April, the warmth will come and go, flirting with us. Still, receding snow, clear sidewalks, and the occasional warm day are all welcome changes!
It’s blueberry time. There are blueberry festivals, breakfasts, and harvesting parties wherever one looks. We have a small blueberry pie on the counter, which we will eat shortly. We have been enjoying blueberries with our yogurt in the mornings. Continue reading
The storm has passed. The osprey is fishing in the bay. We can hear the eagles chattering and the loons are congregating. As night approaches the fog is rolling in. Continue reading
The rain continues. We live high on a bluff above the lake, so major flooding is very unusual for our street. It used to be we rarely had water in the basement, but more recently the climate has become much wetter and we now get water occasionally. It’s been worse for our neighbors. Continue reading
Today is a warm, humid day in Chennai. Back home in Vermont, the last couple of weeks, very much like the winter to date, have been on the warm side. It seems clear from recent climate data that global climate change is proceeding much more rapidly than scientists predicted or we imagined. Continue reading
During our trip climate change has been a consistent topic of conversation with the people we have met along the way. New Brunswick and Nova Scotia are very dry. Many of the rivers are running low, some much lower than at any time in recent memory. This follows a non-winter. Locals report lakes that consistently froze over in the past now remain open all winter. Ways of life that have been consistent for many generations are changing with the climate. Continue reading