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Perspective

by Darcy Crowder

 

My mother used to say that February was a bitter, hateful month.  Partly, I guess, because she didn’t like winter very much, but also, as I learned later, because she lost a loved one in February, and forever kept track of how many poor souls were unlucky enough to pass in this shortest of months.

 

As it turns out, I too lost someone incredibly dear to me one February years ago.  But I don’t dread February or Valentine’s Day or winter.  It took awhile, but I actually came to think of this month as a time to remember what we love – and that nothing or no one is lost forever as long as we can remember.

 

It occurs to me that even though Valentine’s was last week, I haven’t yet acknowledged it here.  So I’d like to share some things I’m loving this cold, blustery day in February —

 

I love the way the sun is shining across my battered front porch, warming the boards beneath my feet, even though I’m buried deep into my corduroy jacket, reminding me that warmth will once again find its way into my every day world….and I laugh to think that in a handful of months I’ll be longing for cold.

 

I love the way the congregation of tall trees around me lift their bare slender limbs up to the sun-filled sky and dance in the wind, like hands lifted in praise and gratitude.

 

I love the way my four-legged companion with the perpetual puppy face follows me from room to room as I move about the day.  His tiny paws pattering alongside, his warm body curled up nearby or pressed hard against me, a reminder that I’m never really alone, that someone is listening, and thinks I’ve hung the moon, even when my out loud ramblings don’t make all that much sense.

 

I love the way the light shines through the glass and iron vase on mywindowsill, bringing warm memories of the dear sister who knows me so well.  I feel peace just looking at it, this vessel of elements; the swirls like water, the fronds like earth, glass and iron forged in fire, filled with life-giving air.  It speaks to me.

 

I love the way the man I love loves me, how I catching him looking at me in quiet moments.  How in sleep, he wraps himself around me when I come late to bed.  How he takes the time to call and ask how my day is going.  How he always seems to know when I need a hug…or a good laugh.  I love no matter how far down this road of life and love we’ve travelled, he’s the only one I want by my side.

 

I love that I know what I want to do with my life; that I’m a writer.  I love how words and phrases play in my head, how everything has a story.  IS a story.  I love that the written word touches me, that other’s words speak to me, have the power to fill me.

I love my life.  And I even love February.

 

So, what are you loving this wintery February?

Tom Honea - February 20, 2013 - 1:17 pm

i have always contended that february is actually a state of mind … and that it goes on for F…… EVER !!
gray and wet and windy and cold. sometimes it is february up into the middle of April: gray and wet and windy and cold.
i like a good snow and some cold weather, but by this time of the year i am ready for SPRING TIME ! … sunshine and warm.
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still, darcy … a great post. keep up the good work.

Darcy - February 20, 2013 - 2:27 pm

Thanks, Tom. It is funny now the shortest month seems to last so long – and the windiness this year! It feels like March. :) One good thing about winter though, it’s easier to burrow into our writing caves. No sunshine and summer fun attempting to lure us outside away from the keyboard. Though I do love to write on my front porch.

Liz Flaherty - February 21, 2013 - 6:46 am

I really enjoyed this post.

I love that one of my sons was born in this month, making it a time to be forever cherished.

Laura Drake - February 21, 2013 - 7:45 am

I love that I’m here to see it! Given my family history, that is not a given!

For Darcy, and anyone who is mourning the loss of a loved one – I saw this quote the other day, and was comforted:

We learn to love the space where they used to be.

LInda Joyce - February 21, 2013 - 12:51 pm

Darcy,

Lovely sentiments. From your post, it’s clear you are a grateful soul. Gratitude keep me grounded. Love feeds me. Writing keeps me sane.

Smiles,

Linda Joyce

Darcy - February 21, 2013 - 1:22 pm

Liz – how sweet that your boy was born in one of the “sweetest” months. I’m actually developing a fondness for February, it’s starting to feel like the the “Eeyore” of bunch!

Lovely quote, Laura. Thank you.

Darcy - February 21, 2013 - 1:42 pm

Hi Linda! Thanks for dropping by. I love that — “Gratitude keep me grounded. Love feeds me. Writing keeps me sane.” I’ve struggled with writing through rough times, but I’m getting the hang of it. I would, in fact, go crazy if I didn’t have the writing!

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