It’s Groundhog Day.
Groundhog Day was one of the last, if not the last fairy tale to die in my younger days.
Long after Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy had been exposed as frauds, I still clung to Groundhog Day.
My main beliefs about Groundhog Day really weren’t passed down to me by my parents or my grandparents although they never did anything to deter my belief in the myth.
It was my own naïve, country boy view of the world that I never shared with anyone until I was much older. When I still believed in the myth of Groundhog Day and his weather prognostication abilities no one really talked about it so I just thought everyone believed as I did. Then when I realized just how wrong I was about it I may have been too embarrassed to tell anyone. But as you get older you just don’t care what others think. Continue reading
I wasn’t sure what I was going to post today so I went back through some old ideas and pieces I had written.
This subject jumped out at me. I wrote this note and piece last winter, close to the end of the winter season.
The note that I had written was “experiencing new activities to stimulate my creativity and then how to incorporate that into my playing and writing”.
So how did the weather at the time make me write that note?
Here is what I wrote after reading that note. Continue reading
I wrote this right in the middle of last year’s brutally cold winter. I thought it was fitting as we are approaching the edge of this year’s winter weather.
As I got up this morning and made my way to the cold bathroom, I looked out the window at the snow covered landscape and I wondered, “Why do people live up north?”
Why do people live in a place where you can’t wait for the next four to five months to be over?
Life is so short and yet we spend a quarter or more of each year wishing it would quickly pass. Continue reading