Reflections: Winter's Call...

"What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” John Steinbeck 

Reflections: Winter's Call...

To Winter - by William Blake (from Poetical Sketches, 1783)
 O winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed
In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;
For he hath rear’d his sceptre o’er the world. Contd Below 

Small Stones#28
I can't help but notice winter's frosty blanket
It's everywhere and on everything...
It slows our pace and numbs our hands
It forces us to contemplate... 

What are small stones?
  According to the originators of this wonderful exercise, a small stone is a short piece of writing (prose or poetry) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment. The process of discovering small stones is as important as the finished product. Searching for small stones will encourage you to keep all your senses; - your eyes,(and ears, nose, mouth, fingers, feelings and mind) open.




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Thursday Thoughts II: Night Owl Meet Morning Glory

"It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull…” Brian W. Aldiss

As you know by now, I joined Redhead Riter's popular Thursday writing group to write a weekly commentary called: Tell The Truth Thursday. We have all agreed to tackle a question on Thursdays and write truthfully about it. The questions are randomly selected by our very own community leader and maven - Redhead Riter
This week's question is: Are you a morning, afternoon, evening or night time person? Has it changed over the years?



I am a perennial night owl and have always been alert at night.... I often wonder what it would be like to get up early feeling all chirpy and, like a morning glory in full bloom, start my day like all of those morning people but, alas, the night calls me. 

Is it insomnia that keeps me up or just my internal clock? I  don't know... What I do know is that, as far back as I can remember, I've always enjoyed being up at nighttime. Perhaps, it has something to do with the lessening of worldly distractions and the quiet and steady calm that darkness brings with it. I find that once my household is settled for the day; albeit night, I can concentrate on my creative interests and get some reading under my belt.

My teenage years were different. Even though, of late, I am no longer one for midnight jaunts and crazy cruising; my teens years had such moments. Nighttime was for all the parties, clubs, late movies, and trips to other towns, even countries... and hanging out at friends homes. Oh yes, we partied and took long rides to other towns visiting friends and going out clubbing but that is just one part of the story...