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it's a snow day, it's a full moon



It's not really a bad day.  It's actually a really good day, but I love this song and with this weather and the moon and the melancholy, and such a sweet melody... well, it sort of seemed to fit...  

"First by mind, then by music."

The kids are home and I have lots of projects to work on, and a quick trip to the library planned before the storm really kicks in so we can stock up on books and movies for vacation week.  Maybe stop at the farmer's market too for some fresh soup and bread for lunch since Alex will be coming home early as well. I see some cozy studio and snuggle time in my near future...

"It's a slow dive down.  It's a fast distraction."

Having a husband who works at a school is really such a luxury.  I often forget that not everyone gets to sink into family time during vacations and holidays and snow days, and I love those mornings when 6am rolls around and there's still a sturdy warm body in my bed, while on other days I start the day in the dark, alone.  I'm looking forward to a week of waking up in each other's arms...

"When'd you get down to my bones?  Where'll I find that wishing stone?"

There was a time where I used to get anxious about these long weeks all together.  With young children and four big personalities abruptly thrown together under one roof for long periods of time (especially during the winter months), it is always a mixed bag.  But somehow while I wasn't paying attention, things seemed to have mellowed quite a bit.  The kids are a little older and more self sufficient, and Alex and I have been able to spread out into the spaces that have opened up and claim a little more space for ourselves.  It's bittersweet... ripe and exhausting...     

"You're not too tired of this life, and it's not gonna matter if you fall down twice."

And so on the cusp of the Full Snow Moon and a long week ahead filled to the brim with goodness (and who knows what else?), I'm feeling the anticipation and fullness of sinking in to it all - the deep love and the  wild chaos of this life...

"You're my medicine.  
It's a long ride."  


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