It's snowing here again. I am sure that everyone within 100 miles of my home is miserable, but I am happy. I love the snow. I hope we get 12 inches. We got quite a bit last week and everyone was in shambles over no electricity. I was just stressed out over not having cell phone service. Being completely cut off from everyone is a very stressful thing and I cannot imagine how people live in other countries that do not even have cell phones. We are truly a culture of privilege here, whether we care to admit it or not. Here are a few pictures from the snow we had. I like to drive in the stuff. :)
I started another Vonnegut book. There is a lovely forward in the book, written by Nanette Vonnegut, Kurt's daughter. She compared her father's writing to Fred Eastaire's dancing, and I think that was the perfect analogy. Maybe I have not read anything any better. I just loved his letters to her in "Letters". Their love is tangible in their words to each other. I know I said it before, but I really am nearing the end of his reign. I have two left in my "to read" stack after this one. It's been fun, but there are so many other wonderful books to read too.
Sometimes I cannot turn my brain off, even after meditation and melatonin, I still cannot. The other night, when I wrote my last post, I sat outside in my field and stargazed awhile. I stayed up horribly late, and suffered for it the next day, but it was worth it. The sky was clear, and the stars were bright. We don't do this often enough I think, any of us; take time for ourselves. I am doing it now, more than I ever have. We cannot be our best person for anyone, if we don't even know who that person is.
p.s I found this online and I think it's fantastic. It is in Indianapolis, a Kurt Vonnegut mural located on Mass Ave. in the city’s Arts District. How wonderful.