There's something magical about the first dusting of "white stuff." It reminds me of being a child, of being full of wonder and excitement, of tumbling down sledding hills, making snow angels, and cuddling up with those you love. Fast forward to being an adult, and sometimes the "white stuff" loses its luster. It normally means getting up earlier to scrap the car off, re-routing travel to ensure a safe arrival, and if you live in Ohio; it normally ensures that you won't have any sunshine streaming through your windows. With that being said, I've been retreating into the wonder of its arrival today; enjoying this blanket of glistening snow. There's an element of delight being cultivated; a remembering of days gone by. In this remembering for me today, I feel the invitation to travel more mindfully and thoughtfully; to perhaps slow down in my thinking and in my engaging with others. To truly see the beautiful landscape that is in front of me. This time of year always leaves me feeling a bit introspective. I notice myself sitting at the hearth of my heart, tending to the solitude that winter offers.
I absolutely adore quotes, and musings and this one really spoke to me today. “Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory." ~Betty Smith
Today I hope your eyes hold the glory of seeing a person, situation, nature, or even yourself for the first time. May you be filled with the wonder of pure sight as you nestle in for the night.
May you Sweetly Seek