Do you like the Clash? I love the Clash. Ahhhh...that sound of classic punk. The music of good old fashioned 70s and 80s social anarchy and change. Punk music was liberating for me as a young person.
This week has been filled with the Universe flipping me the bird over and over. It reminds me of THIS CLASH CLASSIC and strangely enough (or not) I always hum it during these life times and make up funny (sad or angry), appropriate words of my own.
Stuff like - you have the right to earn a moderate living that will sustain you....provided you don't mistakenly think you could actually succeed at it. you have the right to have dreams....provided they aren't any different than the herd's around you and we'll tell you what those are. you have the right....oh get off the streets get back in your double wide and eat your fucking ramen noodles little girl yer getting too big for yer britches.
Thing is, I fucking like Ramen and you Universe, have not seen the extent that I can adapt to your never-ending tub full of bullshit. You are just a week in the life, a day in the year, any number of people in the multitudes of the very fuckers I will someday be completely away from. So SUCK IT and FUCK YOU TOO.
Gosh, that was better than yoga even.
So.....over last weekend we experience the most snow we have had at one time in about 23 years. Big dogs thought it was amazingly fun (so my friends who have them have told me). The rest of us, not so much. I measured just below 30 inches at my place. My hometown got over 40, which wasn't out of the ordinary from my childhood memories but still, what a PITA.
I will count myself lucky this go-round though. The electric stayed on. I was warm and safe. I dug my very long driveway out by hand and therefore provided myself with a two day awesome workout plan. The stuff is slowly melting, now brown and gross. Go away.
So, the interesting thing about big storms is how different they can be from each other. For instance, last year's Thor had much less snow - probably 10 to 12 inches maybe? But, it was heavy and wet, starting out from an overly warm day on which it seemed like it shouldn't be snowing. It came down in big clumps and stuck to everything and then the temps fell, things got heavy and started breaking. Hence, power outages, downed trees, etc. In the aftermath it was gone in a matter of a day and a half though. Jonas, blanketing us with over two feet of snow in the span of 36 hours, was light as a feather. Ski snow - super fine powder and the air was cold so no chance to stick on trees and electric lines. Despite being twice as much snow we had no power outages in my area. But, due to the sheer amount and the fact that two days later it DID get super cold, it is packed down now, hard and long to melt.
The other thing I always notice with winter storms is that it takes society at least as long as it takes the snow to melt to return to "normal". We still have businesses not open and certain secondary roads, etc. not open and it is almost a full week later. People are super effing cranky too. As long as the remnants remain on the ground, people will filter their moods through the now dirty, melting, globs.
Is it like the leftover snow becomes a reminder of how insignificant we really are? Maybe that is too deep. Maybe people are just cranky because it is dirty and ugly.
My mind slips during phases like these though. Days sort of flow together and get mixed up. I'm thinking it has something to do with being snowbound for three full days but I just looked at the calendar and realized that Imbolc, AKA my favorite little Holiday that could, is next week. NEXT WEEK!!!!! Where the heck did that come from????
So, now I have a glimmer of hope. The time between the Solstice and Imbolc is always quite difficult for me in terms of mental stability and depression. I need to start planning ritual and concentrating on this last push that I always have to muster when we get to this bleakest point of the wheel's turning.