I´m not going to lie to you.
Sometimes living like this is extremely uncomfortable. Like today. It´s extremely uncomfortable today.
See, a couple of weeks a year it gets really cold in this region. Between minus 20 and minus 30. And even colder.
Up til minus 20 it´s ok. It´s chilly. The cold keeps you on your toes but as soon as it gets colder than minus 20 something happens. The snow turns into hard crystals, it sound like walking on broken glass…. really. The wildlife disappears. The cold reaches the core of your bones.
We´re not quite there yet. But it´s getting close.
I believe that we are much more products of nature than we realize.
I believe the weather, the wind and trees has shaped our human condition, our culture.
Take for instance these cold Scandinavians. You know. Intense inner melancholy/stiff upper lip.
There´s a reason behind that behaviour, I think. We just don´t realize because we have seperated ourselves so much from that underlying reasson. Living in the cities.
The very basic, the starting point: the world around us.
That´s what I believe anyways.
The way we´re wrapped up around ourselves, the way we are seldom instantly open… I think it´s because of the cold.
When it gets cold like this you don´t go outside. You just don´t.
If we have to buy groceries one of us has to stay at home to feed the fire. And during the night Jeppe sleeps in front of the fireplace. We call it “fire watch”.
He has to keep on feeding logs to the fire, all through the night.
We don´t visit anyone. We don´t get any visits. We don´t go outside.
It´s all about the family life.
(playing indoor football with the little brother)
The only reason we get outside is to fetch water and firewood and to feed the animals
(by the way: when you buy fruits/vegetable that come in net, save the net. Whenever you have some leftover frying fat mix it with breadcrumbs, left over oatmeal and what ever nuts and seeds you can spare. Works wonders)
You could call this cold uncomfortable, you definitely could.
Like when you have to go outside to pee. Or when you wake up in the morning and you don´t want to leave your cosy, warm bed. Ever. Not in a million years.
Sure, that´s uncomfortable.
I´m not going to lie.
Not even about how much I miss a hot shower right now.
Once a week (I´m not going to lie to you… a couple of times a month) we drive to town to get a real shower. A hot shower.
Otherwise you have to send everybody upstairs, stand in front of the fireplace and wash yourself, trucker style. And then you spin around in front of the fireplace, naked and I most admit, though, that THAT moment is rather nice.
But right now I wouldn’t take off my clothes. Not in a million years. My clothes are my fur. This cardigan is never coming off
I cosleep with the little one. Unconsciously I hold him so tight, to keep him warm.
I dress him in wool and I feed him fat… protecting him from the cold is a primary goal of my life.
My attention. My focus… it changes. In the cold.
These weeks every year, they change us, the impact is undeniable.
We turn inwards. Open arms – outwards- becomes a practical impossibility.
Anyways, I just wanted to share the thought. To what extend, really, does nature shape us. Our experiences. Our relations. Our personalities. Our culture.
I´m not going to lie to you. The cold is uncomfortable. Although our house is really well insulated (he made sure of that, the husband, and every day he´s chasing loopholes, filling them with rockwool)… although we´re really fine here… these weeks of temperatures below minus 20 can be a challenge.
Cabin fever and all.
It´s the prize we pay. Everybody pays a prize for the life they have. Right?
Temperatures are falling. We´re getting close to the threshold.
Notice how the pictures look all cosy and happy though?
That´s because I won´t lie to you. There´s two sides to every story. Just as there is to yours.