I have news for you—
there are people who get up in the morning and cross a room
open a window to let the sweet breeze in
and let it touch them all over their faces and bodies.
– Tony Hoagland, from “I Have News For You” in Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty: Poems
Notes: Photo: Dark Mornings. Poem: Thank you Beth @ Alive on all Channels
and then there are those who grab an extra blanket, wrap it around themselves, have that first cup of coffee with cream, and curl up again
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esp…them…
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However one greets the day, as long as one’s arms are wide open…
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“The thing is to relax and not fret about worldly things but just let the wings open and be oneself quietly for a bit. This never fails to renew strength.”
Iris Murdoch, from a letter to Hal Lidderdale written c. July 1950
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Do you just have these perfect quotes at your fingertips?
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You trigger them.
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Um…nope, not buying that..you’re practically encyclopedic!
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Yes! Thank you! I used to do that when I lived in an old house with those old kind of windows–miss that…would be lovely!
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The mental image was enough for me this morning!
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Depends on the time of year!
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True!
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I’m sure there are people like that, but that’s not me today, David. It’s minus 18 HERE! ♡
Diana xo
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– 18 F? Exactly where are you Diana?
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Celsius, David, so not quite that scary at -4F 😎
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That’s still cold!
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Yeah, and I’m not a fan of anything lower than seeing my own breath! Why do I live here?
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Now that is a big question!
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Good heaven, minus 18C????? That wouldn’t be Zermatt Switzerland on a particularly cold and windy winter day? You are way braver than me. When it was that cold and I was ‘out’ skying, my husband said that I was a waste of money for my skiing pass as I should have bought a ‘coffee pass’ instead 🙂
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Oh that’s a mean thing to say, bad husband lol! Kiki, with wind chill, I’ve experienced temps that feel more like -45 here in Calgary!
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Diana; 🙂 Well, I divorced him….. (much much later on) so I guess we’re even, 🙂
I was once in Calgary and couldn’t get out fast enough – it’s DEF too cold for me…. I admire you, but I find this scary! Keep warm my dear strong woman.
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strong, stupid, they both start with s right? You should come visit us in the summer!
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… not likely – I’m stuck in France! And btw, I think it must have been in late autumn when I passed through Calgary, so, not really that cold…. in your opinion! 😉
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And that, my friend, is why we flee to the Caribbean every winter! 😜
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I see that…
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Depends on the Sunday morning and the time of year!! But yes, receive the day with an open spirit and inhale deeply.
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I can see you doing that…I can.
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That is so cool… that you see me like that… 😉
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A beautiful way to start any day, no matter what the weather ⛄️☀️✨🌥🌤
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True!
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Oh….I will soooo do that as soon as the temperature gets closer to 50…as opposed to 25…
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I so get it. It was 50 F here yesterday.
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This would be me. Learned long ago to “change the air” in the morning.
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Smiling. “change the air”. Love that.
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We (the very orderly Swiss…. 😉 at least) rip open all windows every morning for quite a long while – I would never be able to ‘make the beds’ without knowing that they are fresh and clean smelling. And upon opening the windows fully I also can follow up the development of my jardinières with spring bulbs, tip my finger into the soil to check on their need of some water, pull / throw out appearing weeds, young snails….. see what the surroundings are up to – it’s very liberating and quite wonderful!
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Well, in January, it’s more like sweeping out all the heat coated with stale cooking smells and nightly gaseous emissions. Not nearly as poetical as the Swiss!
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I’ve always loved that poem.
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