time to buckle up
by Bella Rum
It’s been rainy and cold here this week, that raw kind of cold that penetrates the bones and leaves you shivering and chattering. Outside activity is impossible. I’ve had no exercise for a very long time. It’s time to start that process, slow though it may be.
I had lab work yesterday and we arrived about fifteen minutes before the lab opened. We gained entrance to the building and a very long and maze-like hallway presented it. We were the only people there. I walked back and forth at a fairly brisk rate for ten minutes. It was perfect. I plan to dust off my walking DVD today and see where it leads.
The frigid rain turned to freezing rain and eventually to snow overnight. The world is soft and white and almost soundless this morning. I never tire of the beauty of it, but of course we don’t get this often enough to become hardened to its charm. I wait for it like the children do. I long for it and anticipate it and it’s new every time. Now that I think about it, few things have retained the same innocent wonder for me as waking to the delight of a fresh snow.
A fragment of a memory is playing at the edges of my mind this morning. I’m about four or five. My mother and I are standing at the front door. I’m waiting impatiently as she bends over me to buckle the belt on my coat – my brother’s olive-drab, hand-me-down coat. The bigger kids are already out there playing in the snow without me. Fidgeting impatiently, I only want to get outside. She only wants to make sure I’m buckled up and hatted and scarved and gloved. Mother’s always wanting to protect and children always wanting to fly free, our respective jobs are inherently opposite in nature.
Yet, during recent weeks, I must admit that I found myself acknowledging the need – accepting and even desiring – for someone else to buckle my belt, make sure I was scarved and hatted and gloved in the world. It’s a childlike response and only temporary, but it was necessary and even comforting to comply with those who would take up the task for a while. These feelings are fleeting, thankfully, for as soon as our two feet are once again on the ground the spirit tells us to buckle our own belts.
Here’s to a day filled with a little snow-gazing through the window, a little exercise and some high-fiber food. One needs high-fiber foods and exercise after prolonged inactivity. That right there is more than the Internet needs or wants to know about my constitution.