Last Sunday and today (Tuesday) were true SUN days. Brilliant, but not too warm as to stretch credibility. But I was down by the lake for more than an hour without a single shiver. The sun is beginning to give a little warmth, and, yes, the days have been getting longer since the Solstice on Dec. 21.
November and December were extremely sunless and more spirit-draining than ones I can remember of recent times.
Yesterday, with the unrelenting cloud-cover, any ambition I tried to drum up pooped out. To quote the old Carole King song: "'Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time..." I call it "a great day to open a vein" day.I did not bother to pull up the windowshade until it was dark. It was a day when I thought, "This is it: I've hit bottom." But as anyone who has even the slightest contact with depression knows, there is no "THE BOTTOM"; but a lot of LOWS with some HIGHS sprinkled in.
Last night---or rather, early this morning--- I read the most stunning book of Poems by Louise Gluck. It is a unified set of poems that keep mentioning the same themes:
Birth, Adolescence, Moving Away, Coming Back, Aging. If you've ever read a poem that stayed with you days after reading it, you need to look at this book:
Seeing the sun this morning made it a good day. Not better, just good.
"And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
Through the parables
Of sun light
And the legends of the green chapels."
Dylan Thomas: "Poem in October"
Sorry. I'll be back to cutesy posts later.
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