Easing into 2025 | LISB
Hey y’all,
I hope your holidays were restful, your time with family and friends meaningful, and that you made good memories. I have no proof of what actually happens to us or our soul after we die, but I am 100% clear that when people remember you and your deeds, that is a form of immortality, and the only one we are certain of. As someone told me after Dad died, “Good people leave good memories.”
It’s wintertime here in Central Mississippi, which means that yesterday it was 76 degrees and 90% humidity, and today’s high is expected to be 38 degrees. Oh, and we had a tornado warning last night in the midst of a thunderstorm. Currier and Ives had no prints that represented this.
For years, I resented the winter. I am a summer person, and I love the sunlight and its radiant warmth, the long days that leave time for after-supper activities outside, the riot of color in the flower beds, the birds singing, the outside time with friends.
And then there was the more than a decade I spent in North Carolina working with folks who were unhoused, and every winter people I knew, despite my best efforts, died alone in the woods, behind abandoned buildings, or in tents, only to be found when the smells of the process all flesh faces made them findable. The shorter days were a portent of the doom to come.
I am unsure if it is age, or the privilege that comes from no longer doing that work, or the years of therapy (which also comes from privilege), or climate change, or living somewhere with milder, if more unpredictable winters, or some combination of all of that, but in recent years, my relationship with winter has changed. I think the biggest thing is that I changed my mindset somewhat.
The idea that your routine on a Monday in February should be just like your routine on a Monday in a day in August is purely a capitalist construct, a result of factory work. Our ancestors lived differently in different seasons, and so should we.
So these days, I’m kinder to myself, and what my body needs. I go for long walks on beautiful days, and don’t on those days that are blustery and cold. I eat more soup, sleep more, and am rearranging my garden so it has more “winter interest”, which means something different in the Deep South than it does in the Northeast. I embrace bonfires with friends.
And, importantly I’m teaching myself to find the beauty in a craggy, denuded hackberry tree against the grey sky, instead of demanding that my roses bloom in January, and being mad when they don’t.
What about you? How do you handle winter? Is it friend or foe? Just hit reply and tell me about it.
Five Beautiful Things
Benedict Cumberbatch reading Kurt Vonnegut’s letter to the people of 2088. The text of the letter is here, if you would rather read it.
In 2025, I hope you prioritize your happiness. (via Jocelyn)
Imagine being at The Kennedy Center, and Mavis Staples walks in the room, and the Marine Band strikes up “I’ll take you there”...
From the Atlantic: 77 facts that blew our mind in 2024 (via Eric)
I loved this collection of Art Nouveau lithograph posters by Georges de Feure.
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Take care of yourself - this world needs you in it.
Hugh
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Winter is my second favorite season, after fall. The quality of sound changes when there is snow - it's like God's noise cancelling headphones. And I love the simplicity of everything sleeping, covered in white. The sensation of being cold is far preferable, to me, to the sensation of being hot, and of course it is easier to be warm when it is cold than to be cool when it is hot, generally speaking. I like a muted white sky - a sunny day in summer feels like an attack sometimes. I don't blame anyone for feeling the opposite, but I cheer up when I see snow.