Favorite Season

Though it’s been getting downright chilly in Boise, Idaho—with a dusting of snow flurries here and there—winter in the United States officially begins with the Winter Solstice (also known as Yule, or the Longest Night) on Saturday, December 21, 2019.

I took this photo in Garden Valley, Idaho, this past summer, when we were camping at their lovely fly-in airport campground. They start getting ready for winter early, and for a good reason, their elevation is much higher than ours, so they get snow—in earnest—early!

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Regardless of your geographic location (I realize many of you are entering summer-type weather right now), what is your favorite season?

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Baby It’s Cold Outside

Many of you know that Rod Stewart and I spend a lot of time together — him streaming from the speakers in my truck while I drive.

With recent brutal temperatures  (we’ve flirted with 50-degrees below zero with windchill factored in), I’ve been listening to my favorite rendition of Baby It’s Cold Outside — a duet Rod Stewart shares with Dolly Parton.

In these frigid conditions, schools close, numerous employees telecommute from home, and some people become homebound. For many, the world can look downright dreary, even on the inside where it’s warm and toasty.

To beat the winter blues, do you:

  • Exercise inside — yoga, tai chi, hula hoop
  • Exercise outside — ice skate, snowboard, sled
  • Read books, watch movies, meditate
  • Bake, scrapbook, build a ship in a bottle

What boosts your spirits in the winter months and keeps you from feeling gloomy?

Laurie Buchanan

Whatever you are not changing, you are  choosing.” — Laurie Buchanan

The Book — Discovering the Seven Selves
The Experience — Life Harmony

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Rod Stewart and Déjà Vu

A couple of weeks ago I drove an hour and a half north to Janesville, Wisconsin. I didn’t go alone, I took my road companion of many years — Rod Stewart.

We jammed along Route 14, passing farmhouses on both sides of the frozen trek as the sun pierced the early morning sky. Crossing the border he asked, Do you think I’m sexy? Well, of course I do!

Arriving early for my appointment, I was shown to a waiting area. The ambience had a distinctly cool, futuristic feel to it that triggered an immediate sense of Déjà Vuthe sensation that what’s currently happening has been experienced in the past.

This, however, was like Colette Baron Reid’s book, Remembering the Future. This experience hadn’t happened in the past, it happened in the future, yet I was remembering it…

This is an untouched photo, straight from my iPhone. Eerie, isn’t it?

Mouth dry, heart accelerating, my now-clammy hands eased earbuds in as Rod’s stony-throated voice assured, I’ll stand by you, won’t let nobody hurt you, I’ll stand by you. I hit the “repeat album” button just before I was asked to remain perfectly still and a contrast agent was injected into a vein in my left arm.

As Rod and I drove home together we both wondered out loud, Have you ever seen the rain coming down on a sunny day? And came to the conclusion that, An old raincoat won’t ever let you down.

What was your last sense of Déjà Vu?

Laurie Buchanan

Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
— Laurie Buchanan

Discovering the Seven Selves     Life Harmony

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Old Man Winter’s Losin’ His Grip

Yesterday morning I went outside in the freezing weather to see what I hope is the last vestige of winter. The odd sight on the fence made me think of icy fingers losing their grip on the chain link.

What are you releasing—letting go of?

Icy Fingers on Chain Link Fence by Laurie Buchanan

Icy Fingers on Chain Link Fence by Laurie Buchanan

My friend Cindy over at Our Garden in nearby Volo brought us a vase of pussy willows—with a promise of spring. As the little furry buds open they bring to mind the line from James Oliver Curwood’s book, The Alaskan, “…and the pussy-willow buds were popping out of their coats like corn from a hopper.”

What’s bustin’ at your seems—about to spring forth from you?

Pussy-Willows from Cindy Kellogg at Our Garden in Volo

Pussy-Willows from Cindy Kellogg at Our Garden in Volo

Listen with your heart,

Laurie Buchanan

Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
               — Laurie Buchanan


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