Snow Angel

January 15, 2021January 14, 2021 / roughwighting / 152 Comments

I hate winter. I hate snow. I hate cold, I hate ice. I mutter these words as I climb out of my soul-less and hateful car, which has just broken down on Route 2 in the middle of a once-in-a-decade blizzard.

I can’t stay in the car because the engine is dead. Kaput. Lifeless and useless. I’ll freeze if I sit in the silver-metal icebox, so I trudge ahead, looking for some kind of sign of life.

And then I see it. Or her. Or whatever he/she/it/they is. A human-like form of gossamer silver and white, waving towards me. She (for I tend to think of angels as she), is either one-half a mile away, or two yards. With the snow whipping across my face it’s hard to tell. Continue reading →

Sun Salutations

February 20, 2015February 20, 2015 / roughwighting / 44 Comments

Photo thanks to Susan Licht (http://lichtyears.com/)

The outlook is bleak for millions of us as we peer outside our windows. We now live in a gray and white world.

I’m begging for some color. So I go inside to my imagination. Isn’t that the place we all should enter, when life becomes too monochromatic?

I want sun, no, I NEED sun like the birds and the bees and all the flowers (not) on the trees… Ah ha, I know what I’ll do. Continue reading →

Dreamy Shadows

January 16, 2015January 15, 2015 / roughwighting / 39 Comments

Some of us are happy

enjoying all we see;

we smile at silver snowdrops

that glisten from a tree.

Our outlook may be fuzzy Continue reading →

Enduring the Snow Globe

December 19, 2014January 13, 2015 / roughwighting / 66 Comments

Photo by Susan Licht (http://lichtyears.com/)

When I think about it, I realize that I could be in a worse place.

Like Siberia. Or Algeria.

Actually, maybe Algeria is nice. I’m not sure, but I know it’s a heck of a lot warmer than this stretch of New England marshland in mid-winter at 1:32 p.m. Continue reading →

Never Ever Say Never

September 5, 2014September 4, 2014 / roughwighting / 53 Comments

When my man and I left New England four years ago, I swallowed a huge lump in my throat – a lump of fear and relief, joy and dread, wonder and excitement. After ten years of incredible autumns, rejuvenating springs, god-awful winters and soul-satisfying summers, we were moving back to the land that I love – San Francisco Bay area.