Thoughts on January after a rainy walk

The warm liquid trickles down my throat, as my fingers slowly come back to life. In their excitement, they have asked the nervous system to light up some fireworks. Mistakenly, my brain translates this into a tingly pain. Outside, the raindrops now race each other to the ground, not knowing that their destination is an ungrateful concrete wall rather than a thirsty flower. We made it back inside just in time.

The world is slow, this time of year. Although the first snowdrops of the season have already made their appearance, Mother Earth is not ready to awaken yet. She knows the weight of all the baby lambs that are soon to be born will require another year of patient endurance. “One more dream”, she moans in her sleep.

She is right, I think to myself. Januaries aren’t made for carrying baby lambs or new beginnings. Dreaming might be for the lazy and imperfect lover – as William Congreve professed -, but it is all we should long for when much of the afternoon still basks in moonlight.

While I sit there, pondering Januaries and baby lambs, I suddenly notice the howling wind. He is trying to catch my attention. With him, he carries not only the fresh ocean air but also many stories from faraway places. Unable to bear the heavy load any longer, he drops a few of them at my doorstep. I can hear a big sigh of relief as he continues his journey a little lighter. More stories mean more to ponder I suppose, but I will leave them for another day.

There is hope amidst the moaning and yawning of the world. Tips of noses are no longer red, so – with careful optimism – we store away our tissue boxes. Gatherings around the dinner table produce draft proposals for journeys to be taken and changes to be implemented. Moreover, each passing day, the light steals back a few moments from the enduring darkness, tickling Mother Earth as she takes her last restful breaths. Our stiff limbs yearn for another hot summer’s day. In hopeful anticipation, we await the dawn of spring.

Not much longer now, but not today – I muse, as I slowly drift to sleep.

6 Comments

  1. January 30, 2019 / 9:23 am

    Jeetje mina, wat schrijf jij mooi zeg! Zo beeldend en poĂ«tisch bijna! Je hebt helemaal gelijk, trouwens. Januari is soms zo’n gekke maand. Ik krijg altijd heel erg de ‘new year, new me’ vibes, maar eigenlijk is dit altijd de maand waarin ik nog bij moet komen van het afgelopen jaar. Ik ben de laatste tijd ook ineens zo moe. Dat baart me dan zorgen, maar eigenlijk is het helemaal niet zo gek. Het is nu nog eventjes tijd om rustig aan te doen – om op te laden. Can’t wait for those baby lambs though <3 Liefs! PS: Heb je er ooit over nagedacht om een boek te schrijven?!

    • Lizzyfied
      Author
      January 30, 2019 / 7:42 pm

      Wow, wat een super lieve reactie! Bedankt 🙂 Ik vind jouw schrijfstijl echt ontzettend mooi, dus ik zie dit als een groot compliment. Ik had dit artikel bijna niet gepost, omdat ik het iets te zweverig vond voor een blog, maar ik ben blij dat je het mooi vond. Wie weet ga ik ooit een boek schrijven, als ik een goed verhaal heb gevonden om te vertellen. Ik las trouwens laatst ergens dat onze voorouders in de wintermaanden vaak 12-14 uur sliepen, dus het is geen wonder dat we wat moeier zijn in de winter. Maar ik verheug me ook al heel erg op de lente. Xx

  2. January 30, 2019 / 8:59 pm

    Wauw je schrijfstijl is echt fantastisch. Wat doe je dit goed en mooi zeg.

    • Lizzyfied
      Author
      January 31, 2019 / 7:05 am

      Super lief, bedankt!

  3. February 2, 2019 / 12:36 am

    In the winter, all I want to do is curl up inside! I’ve been spending many evenings knitting with a podcast on and a cuppa tea beside me (I’m slowly evolving into a grandma haha). But I’ve read a few lovely blog posts like yours that have inspired me to get out and go on a proper winter walk. I’ve had the idea to go on one in the back of my mind, but I live in the city so it’s hard to find a calm, scenic area. I’m sure there are some calm, scenic areas in the city though; I’ll just have to look harder! This was a lovely recollection of your winter walk; thanks for sharing and for the inspiration! -Audrey | Brunch at Audrey’s

    • Lizzyfied
      Author
      February 3, 2019 / 6:50 pm

      I can completely relate to finding good walks in the city. I don’t live in a particularly scenic area either, so I have to make a conscious effort to get out into nature. I love spending loads of time indoors as well though. There is nothing better than curling up with a book and hot tea old a cold day.

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