For
years I resisted getting an electric blanket. Not only because of Yankee
stoicism, but also because of cost and a secret fear that the thing would set
the bed on fire.
Those
concerns eventually went away, and for 20 years now I’ve been enjoying the
luxury of an always-warm sleep space. It’s proven to be a greater luxury than
anticipated, for it adds, unexpectedly, a spiritual quality to every winter’s
day.
No
matter what’s going on, no matter how good or rotten a day has been; no matter
how I feel, physically or emotionally, when I slip between the pre-warmed
covers, I am transported to gratitude. All I can think is, “Ahhh . . . life is
good.”
My
last thoughts before sleep are how lucky I am. How safe and warm, how fed and
loved. While outside the walls the world is frozen solid, and wild creatures—as
well as millions of people—are struggling to survive and suffering for the
effort, I am cocooned in security. My anxieties over money and world peace and
climate change and career and relationships all disappear for a few blessed
hours, merely from the simulation of crawling back into the womb.
Amazing,
how therapeutic a simple electric device can be!
I
therefore recommend that everyone who lives in a cold climate—or even just a
seasonally chilly one—and who can pull the money together run out and get an
electric blanket if they don’t already have one. This relatively small
investment will have a huge beneficial return in peace of mind and ease of body.
All winter, every winter, year after year.
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