WINTER'S WALTZ

Here in New England, Winter takes center stage in a simple, revealing gown. In spite of her bare appearance, she dominates our lives. One unusually warm day we’re scouting golf courses, itching to play, and the next, we’re watching for snow accumulation. We follow Winter rules: keep an ice scraper, a jump-starter, and blanket in the car. 
  After the brilliant flamboyance of Autumn stomping across the stage like a flamenco dancer, Winter is a ballerina swaying in the wind to Swan Lake.  
  For me, coming from the desert’s transparent landscape where everything is revealed, I like the openness of leafless trees. There is a sad beauty to the bare limbs, but I can see what the leaves hide. 
  Then comes first snow and the world becomes a snowy egret of pure, untouched beauty. Winter emerges to waltz across the land in her new white gown. Everything is quiet, glistening, waiting. Hibernating. Movement is halted, slowed, as if Nature is meditating, hands in prayerful pose. 
  Time to slow down, take deep breaths, read that stack of books beside your bed, go inside yourself, reassess your intentions. Listen to your inner voice, your internal longing, your sadness, your joys. Breathe in the cold, clean air with a sense of gratefulness. Bask in the tranquility and imagine … peace, joy, and love. What is my heart telling me? What makes me happy? How can I spread the joy? Create a winter journal and write about these feelings and more.  
  Yes, I realize it’s different when snow means shoveling to get to work or school, risky road conditions, extra burdens for the poor, homeless or those at war. My heart is open and I am aware. 
  But for me, snow is Winter’s meditation. Nature telling us to slow down and wait for the roses. 
  Namasté. 🙏

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