After all the fresh snow we got yesterday, my yard was a blank canvas, for a minute at least. By now, there are tracks from deer and some wild turkeys, and by our porch, from squirrels and possibly mice. Seeing tracks in the snow is one of my favorite things--one of the great joys of winter hiking, or just meandering around the outside of my house.
This morning in the dark when I opened the sliding glass doors to let the dogs out, the blast of cold air that hit my face—well, it wasn’t that cold. It’s February & won’t get warm for several months, but this small warm up we’ve been having lately reminds me that my life really is just a series of different types of winds blowing. Some soft, some strong, some chilly, some warm—if I can simply be with them in the moment, and not fight them, life is a lot more pleasant, if not meaningful.
After all the fresh snow we got yesterday, my yard was a blank canvas, for a minute at least. By now, there are tracks from deer and some wild turkeys, and by our porch, from squirrels and possibly mice. Seeing tracks in the snow is one of my favorite things--one of the great joys of winter hiking, or just meandering around the outside of my house.
This morning in the dark when I opened the sliding glass doors to let the dogs out, the blast of cold air that hit my face—well, it wasn’t that cold. It’s February & won’t get warm for several months, but this small warm up we’ve been having lately reminds me that my life really is just a series of different types of winds blowing. Some soft, some strong, some chilly, some warm—if I can simply be with them in the moment, and not fight them, life is a lot more pleasant, if not meaningful.