30 November 2009

Winter Anthem


I love Fall. Sweater weather, changing seasons, outside facing cool breezes holding the warm hands of our sons or daughters or spouse. Autumn, to me, is the best of all the seasons because of college football, Thanksgiving dinners with family, and tryptophan-inspired naps on comfy couches. With two sons having birthdays on (or very near) the Autumnal and Spring Equinox, I find it fascinating that their mom and dad's birthdays are right near the Winter and Summer Solstice. Well maybe fascinating's a bit much, but at least interesting. I posted a Summer Anthem about six months ago ...

So here's my Winter Anthem:

A life with hearth and inspiration aflame deep within, from a source bigger than oneself, yet remains untapped because bigger and better is just down the road apiece, around the next bend, leaning up against the snow-buried signposts of success and fulfillment and forgiveness.

A life where there are no regrets because we've left it all on the frozen field, with bloddied knuckles and scraped knees and perhaps a toothless grin, knowing that those saddest words of fountain pen, "what could have been," are no longer for us and ours.

A life with friendships and loves and family trudging up snowy hills with snowboards underarm and funny hats on the head keeping ears warm, and crunchy snow underfoot as laughter accompanies snowballs hitting their mark, a face, a back or windshield. A working fireplace warming a den with a silver and gold and green tree in the corner and an oven full of chocolate chip cookies warming a kitchen, and somewhere "It's a Wonderful Life" plays to a contented few enjoying the smell of winter all around them.

A life with long drives home in the middle of the frozen night, heater cranked up, and two sons asleep against car windows leaving parabola of frosty breath that disappear as fast as they were made, skis on the roof, and iPods and Game Boys hanging around the necks of boyhood playing for their slumbering owners happily with batteries full ... of potential.

Do you have a "Winter Anthem" Dear Reader? Let us know by clicking on "pithy remarks" below!


9 comments:

One Ticked Chick said...

Welcome back JG! I've missed your posts. Hope all turned out well for you on the job front.

FatScribe said...

OTC! Good to hear from you ... i was just over in your neck of the web not long ago (and impressed as always). Work is protean and malleable concept right now. still looking for the perfect job, but resigned to accepting the acceptable if you know what I mean. ;) -Jg.

T. said...

Lovely winter anthem! I felt warmed as if by that fireplace in the den just reading it. Thank you for this!

Caleb S. Garcia said...

Johnny G, this is a work of beauty...except the toothless grin part. A bravado effort, makes me look forward to finals being over more and more.

Dumbwit Tellher said...

I sound like a broken record but you do make magic with words. When I was a girl I use to love the fall. I'd walk home from my piano lessons and remember vividly the street & path covered with yellow leaves and the street lights shining an Autumnal orange. I'd dance down the street,(it was a small town, what can I say) twirling and kicking up the leaves. Those simply memories always seem to be the best. Just like those of your sons asleep in the car. So happy you are back to writing again. You were missed. Happy weekend to you JG ~

FatScribe said...

DT -- your words aren't so bad yourself. loved your Blog Ball shout out fest. awesome idea! your memories of Autumn were lovely ... thank you for sharing them with us. -- Jg.

Emm said...

Mine wouldn't be so beautifully written as your but I love different colour scarves and coats, all of the bright lights especially after the rain, coming into a warm house with pink cheeks from the chilly weather outside and hot chocolate!

This year I hope to add the experience of a night cap by a blazing fire to that list of experiences.

akka said...

Wet pavement, clingy mud, acorns that lose their grip when pigeons leave their branches, hopeful feelings.. a sense of warmth.

more blankets.

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Hey ~ thanks for all your lovely comments on my blog. Always with a thoughtful thing to say - YOU. ;)

Christi Jo said...

Glad to see that you are writing again! I, however am nesting, curling up with a great read while the Christmas tree glows and the hearth is blazing! An added note...I am still in my PJ'S...gotta love it!