Thursday, November 18, 2010

A WINTER'S DANCE

Old Man Winter has finally come to visit and leaving his gentle touch wherever he goes.  From various colours of grey painted skies, to frosting on our roofs, to the bows of trees sparkling with a web of silver, to his butterfly kisses across my face in the morning air.

And while I mock and tease those who are excited about the first snow, secretly I adore winter.  This season always invokes wonderful memories of my childhood past, from snow ball fights and snow angels, to creating paper snowflakes, to being surrounded in family.  Longings deep within my soul whirl around like fall leaves caught in a gust of wind.

The white old man reminds me of Christmases past and cherished family members that have long since left this earth.  He reminds me of my adored and much loved childhood dog and warm fires, Sundays in pajamas, homemade hot chocolate and baking with my mother.

My memories are vast and large and all encompassing, and much like a scene in a snow globe, they has been frozen in time.

As I get older and our family branches from direction to direction, I can’t quite hold onto the winters of my past.  They were simple and uncomplicated and full of beauty and I miss them.

Holidays have become about spreading myself too thin from traveling here to there and seeing this person to seeing that person, and I grow weary of the changes.  This time of the year always brings me moments of regret for not having children.  And I latch onto my beautiful nieces all the more, well aware that they are growing up. And as one informed me last weekend, will be moving to a new country for University in two short years and my heart breaks again.  I miss her already and fear she won’t come back. I strain to see the child in her but I can’t.  And as they grow older, so begins another change to our winter traditions.  It is growth.

Why is it that we wish to hold onto those childhood moments.  I suppose it’s because as a child they seemed perfect.  I am betting however my parents would tell me that they were full of imperfection that my innocent young eyes would not have grasped.  I prefer to keep these cherished memories as untarnished highlights of my life.

Beautiful, endearing moments of my heart and I would not have it any other way.

Yes, Old Man Winter is welcome at my house along with his ice encrusted suitcase full of my memories.  In fact, I look forward to our first Winter’s dance together, under the sky while snowflake confetti lightly touches my face and sticks to my eyelashes and I twirl under the beauty of it all feeling like the enthralled five year old of my dreams.

He is my winter lover, my solace, my moment of dreams and my friend. And like all old friends, he will always have a place in my heart and in my home.

Until Next Time.
Smooches Pooches.

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22 comments:

  1. Oh this is beautifully written..

    I loved and held onto every word~

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  2. Stunningly beautiful. I have never experienced a snowy winter. But now I really want to

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  3. beautiful...... will meet you for a snow dance anytime Miss Tracy
    :)L

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  4. You swelled my heart with that lovely post... so wonderfully and beautifully written. Thank you.

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  5. What a lovely post....will this be printed in your local paper?....it should be..I was touched by your sadness that your neice is going so far away for college....My daughter left home at 18 for school and her father is still waiting for her to come back to Georgia...I keep telling him that it's not happening...so we go see her...so make sure your passport is current...because you really do miss them alot....I speak from experiance....

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  6. I really liked this one because I share some many of those emotions. Besides the snow, I look back at my childhood winters, and especially Christmas, with fondness and nostalgia. We had fun holidays with my cousins, aunt and uncle, but those times are long gone, and so many of my relatives are no longer.

    I too miss not having children, specially during the holidays. Beautiful post Tracy :)

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  7. Winter through your eyes is beautiful. That is a winter I would enjoy.

    Being an Aunt is similar to being a Grandma, the kids are viewed from a much different perspective. Kids need that. They need those people in their lives who they know see the very best in them. You are fortunate to have beautiful neices and they are fortunate to have a fantastic Aunt! Enjoy your winter dance...

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  8. I too love winter...there is something calm and peaceful about everything blanketed in snow.

    Lovely post...thanks!

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  9. This was absolutely beautiful. I feel the same--my mind goes back to so many wonderful memories...sometimes my heart overloads and I want so badly to go back. Oh, dear, starting to tear up! I'm just a softy, aren't I?! Bit embarrassing, actually. lol Can't help it--I dearly love the holidays and the memories I have.

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  10. It's so beautiful. Wow. I found myself smiling when it was over. Thank you for that and for making sure I didn't miss it. I would hate to have done so. xoox

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  11. Beautiful! I'm glad winter has a lover, I personally prefer Summer, but think all seasons need love! :)

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  12. You're very, very poetic today! I've only played in snow once in my life. I think one might love the winter if one had snow.

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  13. what a beautiful title ... i might have to borrow it when the snow hits here . the image is pure and writing is tender, xx

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  14. Over from BPOTW.

    Nicely done!

    Pearl

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  15. I agree -- it's beautifully written. And it makes me wonder what my life would have been like now if I hadn't fought tooth and nail to defy my propensity toward premature labor and had kids (even if it took months in bed).

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  16. I used to always love snow. It still looks so pretty but I can't handle the cold that comes with it. Last year where I live got so much snow, I am still not ready to see it yet this season.

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  17. Beautiful post!! You have a talent in writing!! Winter has not arrived here in Athens, Greece, where I live. todays temp is 70 degrees and I do miss winters in DC. and my children who now live in the US.

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  18. Oh Tracy this is beyond wonderful. I love and adore it... and love it some more. I've been wondering where that cozy winter feeling is for me this year and wondering if it'll make it even before 'the big guy' slides down the chimney (note to self... no fire on the 24th). But now I feel a bit like that little one you write about... excited for that first snow fall to get here. Thanks for sharing your precious gift with all of us... Love ya girl!!

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  19. So nice so to see someone else has the same special spot in their heart for the snow that winters bring. There is something so incredibly special about snow, the way the light looks, the way the earth sounds muffled and quieted. The references to winters in childhoods past really touched me.

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  20. I prefer just a passing nod with snow. It's lovely to see, but I'm just too old to appreciate it in all it's glory ;=)

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  21. So very lovely. I just loved that post. Although I have the opposite feeling for winter- mostly because where I live now is FREEZING and where I grew up was extremely mild. But the post was evocative and captivating. Thanks.

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