Slippery slope

Generally, I like snow. Not today. This morning, I took a slide down a hill and ran over a stop sign. Leveled it. Is there a more terrifying feeling than having no control over your vehicle? (Maybe, but this is foremost in my mind, so I'll say no.)

Luckily, no one was hurt and my car sustained minimal damage. But I will definitely not be venturing down that hill when it's snowing ever again.

I feel a little stuck today; like I have nothing to say. But, still, I wanted to post because I told myself I would.

The going is slow, but still, I am going.

In the back of my mind, writing inanities on a blog read by no one seems foolish. Especially when I am writing only to write, not because I have a burning need to say anything in particular. Not yet, anyway. I think of this:

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.
                                                          - D.H. Lawrence

So, what am I passionate about?

Books
Unexpected kindnesses
Beautiful spaces (man-made, animal-made, nature-made)
Art (which encompasses a lot)
Finding fulfillment (I think we all can)

It can be scary sharing one's passions with the world. They are, after all, passions, and thus very dear. But 2012 is about taking chances, so maybe it's time I let my interests--my passions-- speak for themselves.