I am grateful for winter today.
For the white beauty of snow drifts, for blowing snow squalls.
For the cold North Wind, blowing across Lake Superior, nipping our cheeks and quickening our heartbeat.
For wood stoves and firewood and a cozy house in the forest.
Winter moves us ever inward into ourselves. Our ancestors shared stories around the fire during the depths of winter, revealing teachings to the receptivity of the winter heart. Certain stories can only be told when snow covers the earth.
We listen to the winter-hush outside. Snow insulates. Snow forces us to slow down, to walk carefully, to wear boots.
This blog is a celebration of long underwear, of icicles, of sleds, of snowshoes! It reminds us to be thankful for the gifts of the dark months. Not to hurry too quickly toward the seeds of spring. Let us pause here, in mid-winter, and listen to frost teachings, snow shadow teachings, deer and squirrel track teachings.
Let us rest here these first days of February and appreciate what we have. Appreciate our many gifts. Appreciate that we are alive and breathing and sharing our gratitude with each other.
I feel so thankful for the Spirit of Winter. Thank you, snow. Thank you, cold. Don’t leave until we’ve honored you enough. Appreciated your gifts in fullness and simplicity…