The first fire of the season in the living room of our 65-year old house.
The last few nights the low has slid to around 20 degrees Fahreheit with the days topping out at 40. There is a chill in the air that puts a flush on my cheeks. I love it. I miss the freedom of running outdoors without a jacket but I'm ready for a bit of dormancy. It has been an emotional year of loss and sadness and I'm ready to curl up in my easy chair, light the fire, sip a glass of my favorite Malbec wine and cocoon a bit.
A line from a poem or a play keeps running through my head: "The world is too much with me." Now I'm going to have to see if I can find who wrote it and what was the source. I found it. Here it is:
The world is too much with us; late and soon
by William Wordsworth
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune,
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Anyway I've felt this year that the world was very much usurping my life, my energy and my optimism. I hope in just one month to reclaim a joyous outlook for the coming year. The family reunion I attended last week was a great beginning. I was reunited with family members with whom I differ on political and religious views but with whom I share a deep sense of family traditions and roots. It was wonderful to see a new generation of children growing up with some of the same customs and attitudes about family that I cherish--not a bad foundation if I do say so myself. Yes, it bodes well for a postive and joyous 2006--and I'm getting a head start.