It’s finally the holidays! That means cinnamon scented candles, gift shopping, glitter and lights everywhere! One of my favorite things about this time of year is family traditions! Here is a list of some of my favorite traditions.
- Staying up late Christmas Eve and watching movie marathons such as the Harry Potter series, Gone With the Wind, and Lord of the Rings
- Helping my mom bake dozens of cookies!
- Driving around neighborhoods to look at the Christmas lights.
- Decorating the tree with all the past childhood ornaments
- My newest tradition is going to the zoo and looking at all the lights and seeing the penguins!
Happy Holidays! What are some of your favorite traditions around the holidays?
Another day of snow, another day of leaving the house earlier than normal to go through the chore of cleaning the snow and ice off my car and warming it up for the drive to school (which will be more of a fight due to the weather). If you’ve grown up in the Midwest, or have lived here for any length of time, this winter weather is nothing new, and we all bear it the best we can, wishing for an early spring. Today, however, while sweeping the powdery snow off my car, I had a memory pop up in my minds’ eye and it made me take pause. When I was a young girl I had a microscope and I would look at everything under it to see what my world was like up close. In the winter time I became obsessed with trying to look at snowflakes. I would put my glass slides outside so that they would be cold enough for the little flakes and even set up my microscope in the backyard to observe the delicate crystals in their natural habitat. But one thing I didn’t consider was the hot bulb that made it possible to see anything under the microscope, and so each and every time the beautiful snowflakes would melt within seconds of being observed (much to my dismay).
That memory made me stop for a moment and think about how rushed we all are to get from one thing in our lives to another, with hardly a pause in between to just stop and look around. So I stopped cleaning my car and just looked. The snowflakes were huge and the wind made them swirl and dance around in the air before coming to rest on the world below. For that moment I forgot about classes and deadlines and work and bills and just admired the beauty of the snow. Perhaps everyone should just take a moment in their busy schedule, every day, to pause, look around, and enjoy the beauty of the world around us. Take a deep breath and remember those moments. Cheers!
Over the weekend, my friends and I took a break from studying and took some pictures on the snow!!
Even though it was freezing cold we managed to take great pictures of Fontbonne.
playing in the snow
The Science Building
I stood by the window, waiting for the stage manager to call places. I just stood staring at the football field below, the field was so beautiful, so pristine, is there anything more perfect than the freshly fallen snow? I could stand and stare at a field of snow all day. What makes it so mesmerizing?
I grew up in Wisconsin; snow was an everyday thing. It was something I never thought twice about. Something I never thought I could miss so much. Since we moved to St. Louis, I began looking forward to the first snow each year — more so than I did Christmas! However, the snow here is not the same as the snow back home. I think that is why a fresh field of snow brings me back home so easily. Snow all looks the same and it’s not until you touch it that you realize its different.
In Wisconsin a great way to get around is by snow mobile. I used to love watching the snow mobiles racing alongside the cars. It was a rarity to find a fresh field of snow untouched by the tracks of a snow mobile or preyed upon by the snowman-making hands of children. I remember as a child it was like finding a buried pirate’s treasure to find a field of snow that hadn’t been touched yet! It was a hunt! I never had a second thought when I pounced on the fresh snow, now it is such a blessing to me.
I was so lost in thought that I didn’t realize my cast had gathered around the window with me. We were each lost in thought. I wonder what memories this fresh field of snow brought to them.