I love to dip into Revgalblogpals, and though I don't usually 'play' at the Friday five questions, I thought that with no sermon to do I would, for a change:
Candlemass is past, and Christmas is well and truly over, here in the UK February looks set to be its usual grey and cold self. Signs of spring are yet to emerge; if like me you long for them perhaps you need ways to get through these long dark days. So lets share a few tips for a cold and rainy/ snowy day....
1. Exercise, what do you do if you can't face getting out into the cold and damp?
I do find it therapeutic to clean the house vigourously - but if you could see the dust you'd know I don't often get round to it! I also make a point of always running, rather than walking, upstairs - something my mum always did until her stroke.
2. Food; time to comfort eat, or time to prepare your body for the coming spring/summer?
I try to eat healthily, but my body craves carbohydrate.
3. Brainpower; do you like me need to stave off depression, if so how do you do it?
I'm fortunate that I don't get 'down' much - but if I do then getting some jobs done (work, domestic, whatever) usually works better for me than sitting around
4. How about a story that lifts your spirits, is there a book or film that you return to to stave off the gloom?
I had the Michael McIntyre DVD 'Hello Wembley' for Christmas - he makes me laugh.
5. Looking forward, do you have a favourite spring flower/ is there something that says spring is here more than anything else?
A few years ago I noticed for the first time that the buds of Spring are there even as the Autumn leaves fall - but now is the time to spot those buds starting to stir into life. I have a horsechestnut tree in my garden & the 'sticky buds' are giving me hope that Spring will come soon.
Bonus; post a poem/ piece of music that points to the coming spring......
The Enkindled Spring D.H. Lawrence (1916)
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.