Memories of a Winter Wonderland-but it is Sunday in Baltimore
It is Sunday evening and I have begun planning for the second week of the semester. Last week each first-class began with the familiar review of the syllabus - now we know what work is ahead this semester. One of my classmates said as we left the building for the weekend that she thought this semester was going to be a bit lighter, another classmate quickly asked why and we all laughed.
I am sure now that during the next few months, I will return often to the mental images of winter in the woods I burned into my memory over the holiday break. I spent most of that time up in the little town of Espyville, PA, where 48 inches of snow fell from New Years day through January 9. Beautiful scenes of snow blanketing trees and bowing branches were everywhere. Runs in snow with my dog bounding through deep drifts were invigorating, and soaking up the quiet at night was incredibly soothing, but the light of the full moon twinkling on the fresh snow was the most magical image of all.

Spending time in nature is my favorite way to recover from stretches of intense and demanding work. I know that others find music, art, writing, creative cooking, and many other kinds of activities to be rejuvenating. One thing of which I am certain is that everyone entering a doctoral program in social work should have some hobby or special-interest that works for them as a walk in the woods does for me. If you don't have a special way to re-charge your batteries - find one before you start a program!
To close this entry I would like to share a few sentences that I have adapted from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Nature:
Nature says -she is my creature, and maugre all her impertinent griefs, she shall be glad with me. Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields a tribute of delight in the woods, a woman casts off her years, as the snake her slough, and at what period soever of life is always a child… In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life-no disgrace, no calamity, which nature cannot repair. I find something more dear and connate than in the streets or villages. In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, nature wears the colors of the spirit.

