I’m not quite sure when “snow” became some sort of dreaded plague forecast by fear mongers – also known as weathermen – letting you know when and where each flake will fall but somehow that is what it has become. Grocery store shelves empty as if we will be socked in for days and people cancel parties and engagements even before they wake up to see if the forecast is really true.
My dad used to say that I am simple and he was right. I like the snow, at least early in the winter. I think a world blanketed in white is gorgeous and creates a winter’s quiet that gives rise to thoughts of peace on earth and good will to men. It slows people down. It makes us focus more on what we are doing and that attention is always a good thing. It moves us to be more mindful of each step, each breath, and that is a great thing – not one to be scared of and frightened about.
Oh, I know. Come late February and March when the snow is still flying, I won’t be quite so romantic about the beauty of it all. But for now, today’s gift is snow.
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