Now is the winter of our discontent,
made glorious summer by this sun of York
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried
|Taken from a ride this Saturday|
The phrase "winter of discontent" has two strongholds on me at this moment. First, as I write this post, I am supposed to be biking/eating/drinking in Majorca, Spain. It was, however, not meant to be. I won't go into the ridiculous details, except to say American Airlines is now on my shitlist. But I digress. The winter of 1838-1839 found Fredric Chopin and his lover George Sand living in Valldemossa, Majorca--nearby the town I would have been staying--in the Carthusian monastery. They called their time spent there the "winter of discontent" due to not connecting with the locals and the damp, cold weather. George Sand went on to write A Winter in Majorca afterwards. I, however, was hoping to find contentedness in Majorca as well as a much needed reprieve from a never ending Wisconsin winter (the high temperatures this week will be in the twenties--twenty degrees below normal).
The other stronghold goes back to the Shakespeare verse. Coming back from the airport, with my head hanging low and my pilot light extinguished, I found myself completely defeated. The nasty grip of depression settled right into my body, mind and soul with no signs of loosening--not unlike the cold, dreary days in Madison right now. Only one other time in my life did I feel this low.
After "checking out" for several days, my loving friends decided enough was enough. A rope was thrust into my hands, and pulling me from the pit resumed. Although I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel at the time, I did realize how lucky I was/am. I have to thank Martha for her ideas and excursion to the River Alliance film festival where I got to see this fantastic short film, Nathan for great beer mixed with Archer and dub step, Stephen for his calm presence and a kick-ass cycling video which inspired me to get out and ride and Michael for just understanding as well as a hug. So it is my friends that made the verse ring true.
|This was taken last year on St.Patricks day...notice the difference||?|
|Me and Martha heading out on an urban ride--notice our green bikes for St. Patricks day!|