We had a snow-storm today. 12-18 inches predicted.
It was a winter wonderland.
I decided I wanted to be in it.
I wanted to shovel the driveway all by myself.
In some strange way, I looked at it like a retreat from responsibilities.
I was free.
It became a beautiful meditation….
Shoveling the snow, while more snow was falling.
I worked my muscles.
I felt the snow.
I looked down some of the time.
I looked up some of the time.
It was hard
And I was thankful for the opportunity to be in nature’s awesome presence.
About half way through, my husband came out to help.
At first I thought…”Oh no. I want to do this myself.”
I want to be by myself with the snow.
And then I got a lump in my throat at the gesture.
We finished the driveway together.
And after, I lied down on my back and let the snow fall on me.
It was so peaceful and comforting.
Time seemed to stand still.
I had this faint longing to fall asleep and simply dissolve into the snow.
After a while, I got up and saw my husband putting the shovels away.
He met me in the middle of the driveway and said, “Let’s run!”
Without thinking we ran into the empty street and started racing and frolicking.
There was a foot of snow on the ground…
Yet, my feet were galloping so fast.
I felt light as air…
Like a gazel…
Like a child.
When we made our way back inside…
I felt more alive.