The meaningful slowness of winter

23/12/2012

This winter journal is a little bit secluded. Few people arrive until this page in their casual peregrination over the innumerable paths of the Web. But at least one visitor has left kind trace of his passage, which I have deeply appreciated.
So I ideally keep on selling my soap bubbles to him for free. He comes from Australia, so it’s a very long journey he took from their summer to our winter and I hope he will find something refreshing
here.
I love snow. I have always declared proudly to be a winter person and I’m coherent in my liking.
There is something in winter which favours the delicate art of meditation; there is a different dimension of time, a prevailing role of slowness. There is more silence in winter and the colours are not flashy and overwhelming.
I have adopted this particular slowness which allows me to enhance the importance of meaningful details.

1 Comment

Stanley

18/8/2013 05:14:44 pm

So ephemeral The really nice think about the snow is every year its different. It lasts long enough to seem to be permanent, but then its gone for another year returning in new shapes and patterns. I would like to see snow again and walk/play/slide in it as I did as a child.

Author

I'm the author of all the soap bubbles of thoughts, which are floating in this nearly private space.
My name is Marisa Livet and I cannot speak of myself in third person, because it would sound definitely too ridiculous.
I lay no claims to being an expert of anything.
I write what I think, at random, without expecting any particular reader.
This probably useless,
ephemeral personal journal started on the 20th of December 2012,on purpose, as a kind of ironical wink to the amusing catastrophic theories which would make of the day after the last day of this world.
In the worst case, my journal would have only one post....