Samara O'Shea

Archive for the ‘Seasons’ Category

Transform Your Holiday Cards Into Something Actually Useful

Thursday, December 12th, 2013

I was interviewed for a little ditty on holiday cards for Men’s Health also got into touch with me recently for a short piece they’re doing on writing love letters. As we’ve suspected all along, people are still writing letters!

Here Comes the Sun

Wednesday, June 20th, 2012

“I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,
From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,
I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,
But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,
It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,
It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand
I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.”

~ Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

Spring and a Small Scandal

Tuesday, March 20th, 2012

Welcome to the glorious transitional season of spring. She did us a favor (in the northeast anyway) and came early. While looking for an appropriate poem for today, I happened upon this prayer said during a Pagan Spring Equinox ritual. It’s quite lovely.

“We kindle this fire today
In presence of the Holy Ones,
Without malice, without jealousy, without envy,
Without fear of aught beneath the Sun
But the High Gods.
Thee we invoke, O Light of Life,
Be Thou a bright flame before us,
Be Thou a guiding star above us,
Be Thou a smooth path beneath us;
Kindle Thou within our hearts
A flame of love for our neighbors,
To our foes, to our friends, to our kindred all,
To all men on the broad earth.
O merciful Son of Cerridwen,
From the lowliest thing that liveth
To the Name which is highest of all.”

In other non-seasonal news, Urban Outfitters has quite the greeting card scandal going on. I have a feeling the person who wrote this card knew that trouble was imminent. (Warning: The words on the card are rated R. The card’s appearance, however, is pleasing).

Winter Solstice Poem

Thursday, December 22nd, 2011

It’s a very warm winter solstice here in the northeast, but I’m not fooled. She’s just waiting to wield her wrath. Winter is the cleansing season. I hope you enjoy (the season and the poem)!

When you startle awake in the dark morning
heart pounding breathing fast
sitting bolt upright staring into
dark whirlpool black hole
feeling its suction

Get out of bed
knock at the door of your nearest friend
ask to lie down ask to be held

Listen while whispered words
turn the hole into deep night sky
stars close together
winter moon rising over white fields
nearby wren rustling dry leaves
distant owl echoing
two people walking up the road laughing

Let your soul laugh
let your heart sigh out
that long held breath so hollow in your stomach
so swollen in your throat

Already light is returning pairs of wings
lift softly off your eyelids one by one
each feathered edge clearer between you
and the pearl veil of day

You have nothing to do but live

~ Anonymous

No Summer No Cry

Friday, September 2nd, 2011

I’ve overheard many laments this week about summer reaching its end. “It went by so fast,” is a phrase on constant repeat. Truth be told, I’m psyched about the season change. Autumn is my favorite. Here’s what I’m looking forward to. . .

• Foliage

• Fires in the fireplace

Missoni for Target

• My 32nd birthday

Terror Behind the Walls

Pumpkin Spice Latte

• Possible trips to Dallas & Chicago

• The September issue of Psychology Today

• Watching Brad Pitt enter the Robert Redford phase of his career in Moneyball

• Figuring out what warm place to visit during winter

• Living in sweaters and jeans

For those of you not looking forward to the season switch, you have twenty official days of summer left and a long weekend ahead. Enjoy!

Spring in All Her Lack of Glory

Wednesday, April 20th, 2011

This year, spring in the northeast has been dreary, damp, sunny but chilly, and warm but rainy. I’m trying to appreciate it regardless, because it’s an actual spring. Spring is rarely the warm, wonderful weather we want it to be. A genuine spring bounces between sporadic sun and drastic downpours. It’s a season trying to find itself. It wants to be free from the severity of winter but doesn’t want to surrender to summer heat too quickly.

Spring 2011 is as normal a spring as they come. This past Sunday was splendidly sunny, but still too nippy to spend entire afternoon in the park. I took a photo of the Japanese maple tree in my front yard, which is starting to yield her lovely red leaves.


Let’s compare it to the winter photo shall we? Just to see how far we’ve come.

On Monday, I received spring on a note card as reader Mike sent his wife Lynn’s latest masterpiece. I sent two of these cards out yesterday because I had to share. Stunning!

Over in the northwest, they’re having an equally grey time of it. But apparently, a Poor Season for Sunshine Is Great One for Spores. Who knew?

A Little Warm in my Heart

Thursday, January 13th, 2011

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father’s glove

~ Tori Amos


I had a moment with winter yesterday. I stood on my front step, marveled at the snow sitting perfectly on the tree branches, took in a full breath of cold air, and just appreciated. I appreciated the season in a way I never have before. It doesn’t excite me as it did when I was a child, but I am determined not to let it annoy me as I have in years past. We spend a solid three months with winter—sometimes more. The best we can do is find the good in her. This photo doesn’t capture exactly how I felt, but I suppose a photo can’t.