Hmmm! It seems there are many ways to interpret the words Super Bowl Sunday and a multitude of ways to sink into and utilize this day.
I am reading a book I ordered from Heron Dance called True North by Elliott Merrick. Elliot writes of life in the north, in the Labrador wilderness in 1930. He and his wife travel by canoe, walking, horseshoe and sled with trappers to explore a life much different than most of us will ever experience other than through the beauty of his words. The book is enchanting and is the Super Bowl in which I am luxuriating today.
I give you a taste.
"We ran through fields of crinkly new ice, plains of drifting loveliness set with jewel-like etchings in silver and black, designs of exquisite delicacy bending over the ripples that curled from our bow, sounding as we cut them a song of glass chimes in the breeze. In all the maze of million-lined tracery one design appears over and over again. It is a curve-tipped leaf, a tiny thing no bigger than my hand, a tiny thing no artist ever will or could draw, acres of them, made last night, melted this noon, in Nature's devil-may-care way that says, "That's nothing. If you live to be a million I'll take your breath away every day you keep your eyes open.""
May your eyes be open and your breath taken away.