Rambling into December

Baby pine, future Christmas tree

December finds himself again a child
Even as he undergoes his age.
Cold and early darkness now descends,
Embracing sanctuaries of delight.
More and more he stares into the night,
Becoming less and less concerned with ends,
Emblem of the innocent as sage
Restored to wonder by what he must yield.

~ Nicholas Gordon

This morning’s view of the pond

I’ve always liked the month of December.  Perhaps it’s because I was born in December.  (I have a birthday coming up at the end of the week, on Friday.)

Aloft

I’ve often wondering if that’s why I like winter so much.  I was an almost-winter baby.  But I know other people who were born in winter (M, for instance, born in January) who prefer hot weather over cold.  So I guess that can’t be it.

Morning clouds

Those born under the sign of Sagittarius are said to be full of adventurousness, eager to travel and explore.  I’m not sure I live up to that reputation.   Left to my own devices, I would probably be, as my Granny used to put it, a homebody.  (She also used the term house puppy which sounds cute, but it was never cute coming from her.)  I don’t think I’d travel much beyond the bounds of Breezy Acres without some incentive or a little push here and there.

Reaching towards the sky

I do love exploring new places.  It’s the actual travel part that doesn’t always excite me.  Sometimes I enjoy a good car trip.  Lately, though, I feel as if I’ve seen enough of the inside of a car.  M and I have put in a lot of highway mileage this year.  And flying?  Oh, that makes my heart hammer and thump in ways that can’t be good for a body.

A twist in the sky

Though my friends envied me because I always seemed so cheerful and confident, I was secretly terrified of practically everything.

~ Erica Jong, Fear of Flying

Upstairs at sunrise

I can relate to that quote, at least the second part of it.  I’m not sure anyone is envious of me.  I cannot imagine why they would be.  But there’s this quote, too, from the same author:

I have accepted fear as part of life — specifically the fear of change… I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says:  turn back…

~ Erica Jong

Birds in a dead tree at sunrise.

M and I will be staying home for a couple of weeks, not likely to travel too far from home.  Perhaps a ride to Akron or Cleveland.  That will be a nice change of pace.  I feel as though I haven’t spent much time at home this year, although I know that can’t be true.  I’m sure I’ve been home more than I’ve been away.

Blogging is a funny business, isn’t it?  I don’t know why I got started on fears and travel and the like.  Just one of those places my mind wandered as I walked early this morning, and so it ends up here, on the blog.

Some creatures are meant to fly. And swim.

I think I’ve rambled enough for today.  Thanks for dropping in and joining me on an early morning meander.  A cold front made its way through the Bogs today.  It will be get quite chilly overnight.  They say the cold won’t last long.  We’ll be back into the 50s by the weekend.  Winter is apparently in no hurry to get here this year.

Quack

Wishing you a delightful day, evening, or night… wherever and whenever you are on the spectrum of time.

Grace and beauty

The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

~ Douglas Adams

What I’m listening to:

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