SAD . . . Seasonal Affective Disorder is attributed to the long, cold, dark days of winter. Yet, Scandinavian countries, where cold-dark thirty resides for 5 months each year, are consistently ranked among the happiest countries . . . Why?
Friluftsliv – “free air life” – the mood-boosting Nordic concept of connecting with nature; breathing in fresh, frigid air; and embracing the beauty and simplicity of nature in the great outdoors. Promoting spiritual and physical well-being, it was popularized by Norwegian playwright and poet Henrik Ibsen in the 1850s.
As a far-eastern Scandinavian (AKA Alaskan), I can attest this icily inspiring therapy works! . . . though some may claim I’m merely delusional 😊.
“But I don’t have the parkas, snow boots, scarves ,mittens, long-johns, etc. to endure such harsh winter conditions.” . . . no attire excuses! . . . as my Swedish heritage says (my Ancestry profile claims I’m 8% Swedish), “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes.”
Soooooo . . . suit-up and get out there to enjoy some uplifting 3-F activity . . . Freezing, Frolicking, Fun 😊.
Here’s a few pics from Freddy’s refreshing, 22 degree, Friluftsliv day.
“They speakof the glorious splendor of your majesty – and I will proclaim your great deeds.”
Flight School needs to start soon if these cygnets are going to accompany their parents south before freeze-up. This young Trumpeter swan pair hatched their cygnets the end of June , much later than previous Trumpeter parents . . . Frosty Eagle’s watching.
“Love to Live, Live to Love” – Amy Carmichael + ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
On Fish Lake, in the shadow of Castle Mountain, last June a Trumpeter Swan pair hatched three downy white signets. They’ve since grown into feathered gray versions, a third the size of their large, stately parents . . . the serene beauty of Nature.
Sadly, one of the signets has now gone missing. At 4 AM the other morning a neighbor heard the Trumpeters making a ruckus. The suspected assassin is another one of Mother Nature’s local feral menagerie, a great horned owl . . . the cruel barbarity of Nature.
Of the remaining two signets, one appears slightly larger. Hopefully both will survive for the flight south with their parents before freeze-up.
+ ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Today’s wilderness wander began in lush deciduous forest by river’s roaring rapids . . . wound ever upward through silent, spruce scented boreal forest . . . finished 4,000 ft. above on alpine ridgeline, tinged with fall’s first reds.
Throughout life I’ve been blessed to travel and behold the wonders of 9 different countries on 3 different continents . . . yet . . awe-inspiring treks through Creation’s wilderness remains my favorite wonder genre.
“How great are the wonders God shows us! How powerful are the miracles He performs! Daniel 4:3
I M Blessed . . . May U B 2 + ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!