The storm did blow and blow and blow... Burlington got it's second biggest snowfall in history. We got 18-20" with drifts on top of that. Wilma, Batman and I sheltered in place and loved it. We got hooked on The Great British Bake Off, inspiring Batman to make English muffins from scratch on the Home Comfort stove, which was roaring hot for days (you can see the firebox, above).
On Friday I was delighted to hear Bernie Sanders speak at Vermont Technical College. The man brought me to tears more than once. The deeper we are mired in political BS these days, the more I miss the thought of Bernie's (stolen) presidency. He is still our senator though, and he continues to speak truth to power and for that I am grateful.
The snow buntings are on the ridge, fluttering in clouds of wings. The snow is still thick on the ground, but the sun is bright and the temperature is rising. The first day of spring is being celebrated here with a string of domestic prayer flags, dancing in the bright light. Ah, the holiness of a clothesline! To mark Persephone's return, we have brought pruned branches from the pear trees into the house. Set in a vase of water and tucked on a sunny windowsill, we hope for shoots of green leaves soon. The very last of the vegetables grown here at a bit of earth last summer have come up from the root cellar and remind us of warmer days.
Wedding planning has gone up a notch, with long-distance "to do" lists and fun text messages and collaborating boards on Pinterest.
The energy around here seems to be rising. How is it with you, friends? What are you up to these days?
Yesterday afternoon the snow squalls came racing across the valley and the freezing temperatures have returned. We are in the grip of grey skies and yellow/brown grass and a bit of gloom. Both the weather and the news feel much like the fog of Harry Potter's dementors...the iciness that comes as the soul is sucked out of the dementors' prey.
Jottings in my planner--things that are resonating with me these days...
"mass psychosis" (Joanna Macy, via for the wild, here)
Inertia and defeat...I smell them. I can feel them nipping at my heels. Like I did a bit ago. I try to stay ahead of them...
In upper case letters, I am jotting RESIST AND PERSIST. Because it's the only way forward.
So I also jot...
"action and transformations" (TED Talk by Kimberle Crenshaw, here).
"we exist, we resist, we rise" (the water protectors, here)
And last night, we braved the cold, wind and snow and drove to Burlington with friends to see Ladysmith Black Mambazo, an all-male South African a cappella singing group. Oh...the sold out show was just what the audience needed...a venue filled with joy and hope and resistance.
"Tough times never last forever, strong people do..." Listen here.
"If the spirit of liberty should vanish in other parts of the Union, and support of our institutions should languish, it could all be replenished from the generous store held by the people of this brave little state of Vermont." -Calvin Coolidge
Today is Town Meeting Day. Direct democracy is alive and well in the Green Mountain State. Thank goodness.
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