RDF
the weatherman carl wells, starts the nightly forcast with "more RDF tomorrow and on into the weekend". for the non newfoundlanders "RDF" is short for "rain , drizzle and fog". it settles in this time of year like a wet blanket and refuses to leave. it's cold and damp and generally miserable. why do we stay in this godforsaken rock?
not an easy question to answer , and one i've been asking for over 40 years. i was born in new brunswick where there are 4 seasons. spring comes mid march and lasts till mid june, summer ends on sept 21st , a beautiful fall then winter arrives on the longest day of the year. it's all do-able.
why isn't it like that here? what happened to global warming? where is the gulf stream? where is the sun? is there any hope? are we doomed? what have we done to deserve this?
then the sun breaks through and the sky opens up and our hearts begin to sing. like convicts unexpectedly released from prison, we are gleeful and happy at last. we know there is a god. and he/she is good (most of the time).
we are a schizophrenic people, we live in doom and gloom, then when the sun comes out and warms the cockles of our heart , we are manic, we're out in the street dancing and singing and speaking to every living creature. in our depressive state , we back bite, take up petitions against our neighbours and come to blows over a shovelful of snow.
why do we live here? because it is the best place on earth. it has grandeur. it is not polluted. we have a big sky, big land, lots of wilderness, it isn't crowded, it is safe, there are wild animals, we have a balanced life, we aren't caught up in materialism, our feet are squarely on the ground. we won't starve to death alone or die of heat exhaustion. chances are we won't be shot or run over trying to cross the road. we can't avoid our neighbour and the small annoyances we suffer from them teach us patience.
we live in survival mode. life is precious. we need to huddle against the cold. we need to croon lulabies to keep us feeling safe.and tell each other stories of courage and bravery to make us strong. and above all we need to laugh and make merry to nourish our spirit.
so you see RDF is good for the soul. in a steady prevasive mist it coaxes the life force from the ground. the green force is moving in the earth even when we can't see it. just as our hearts are humming, humming , faintly humming a spring song.
the weatherman carl wells, starts the nightly forcast with "more RDF tomorrow and on into the weekend". for the non newfoundlanders "RDF" is short for "rain , drizzle and fog". it settles in this time of year like a wet blanket and refuses to leave. it's cold and damp and generally miserable. why do we stay in this godforsaken rock?
not an easy question to answer , and one i've been asking for over 40 years. i was born in new brunswick where there are 4 seasons. spring comes mid march and lasts till mid june, summer ends on sept 21st , a beautiful fall then winter arrives on the longest day of the year. it's all do-able.
why isn't it like that here? what happened to global warming? where is the gulf stream? where is the sun? is there any hope? are we doomed? what have we done to deserve this?
then the sun breaks through and the sky opens up and our hearts begin to sing. like convicts unexpectedly released from prison, we are gleeful and happy at last. we know there is a god. and he/she is good (most of the time).
we are a schizophrenic people, we live in doom and gloom, then when the sun comes out and warms the cockles of our heart , we are manic, we're out in the street dancing and singing and speaking to every living creature. in our depressive state , we back bite, take up petitions against our neighbours and come to blows over a shovelful of snow.
why do we live here? because it is the best place on earth. it has grandeur. it is not polluted. we have a big sky, big land, lots of wilderness, it isn't crowded, it is safe, there are wild animals, we have a balanced life, we aren't caught up in materialism, our feet are squarely on the ground. we won't starve to death alone or die of heat exhaustion. chances are we won't be shot or run over trying to cross the road. we can't avoid our neighbour and the small annoyances we suffer from them teach us patience.
we live in survival mode. life is precious. we need to huddle against the cold. we need to croon lulabies to keep us feeling safe.and tell each other stories of courage and bravery to make us strong. and above all we need to laugh and make merry to nourish our spirit.
so you see RDF is good for the soul. in a steady prevasive mist it coaxes the life force from the ground. the green force is moving in the earth even when we can't see it. just as our hearts are humming, humming , faintly humming a spring song.
posted by bluebird of paradise at 7:04 AM
2 Comments:
I first set foot in Newfoundland on a dreary, rainy day and thought it was the bowels of hell. Then the sun came out and it's beauty filled my heart with joy.
Newfoundland is unique. The people are unique. But I'd only dare to visit in July.
okay! july it is!
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