Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Embracing The Quiet Beauty of a Blizzard
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
I saw the beauty in the blizzard and embraced the quiet, the silence that surrounded us in the country, the landscape devoid of birds, animals, sounds of traffic on the road, the scraping of snow plows, even the wind. Last weekend Mother Nature showered us with 40 inches of snow in approximately 36 hours. We watched through our windows as the snow accumulated on the trees, the deck, the trash bins, the bird feeders. Hour by hour depth increased until we were enveloped in the silence of the brilliant, pure, crystalline white.
As the flakes continued to fall we celebrated the opportunity to curl into our the warmth of our comfortable cocoon-like home that was filled with inviting flames within the fireplace, the soft furry purring bodies of our cats sought refuge next to us and the smells and tastes of comfort food.
For me a day of huddling inside while watching the snow accumulate is a healing, recuperative, meditative experience. The silence is magical, peaceful, beautiful and restorative.
I am a summer girl, born in the midst of July, a child of the moon. I embrace the heat of the sun, the feel of the warmth on my skin even when there is no breeze and the beauty of abundant flowers and plants, the aroma of vegetation and summer rains that create steam, and the sounds of thunder and cicadas and birds singing. But I can only appreciate the joys of summer after hibernating through winter, regenerating my body and soul, and soaking up the silence of a snow day.
Steinbeck is one of my favorite authors and this quote really speaks to me. The stark cold silence of winter helps me to appreciate the warm, joyful, carefree days of summer. I am grateful for the blizzard and for my learned ability to embrace the opportunity to just be and experience the silence.