It is quiet this morning.
The hush of the snowstorm brings comfort like a heavy blanket in the dark.
I’m sleepless, spacious, and overflowing with happiness. My body is healing, I can feel it. My breath moves through me with ease.
I’ve been awake for awhile now listening to the silence.
There is a sense of wonder early in the morning. What beauty will today bring?
The glee of sleeping in for my sweetly dreaming children. Delight in a slow paced morning, with room for waffles, snuggles and cartoons.
In the midst of the blizzard we will bake treats, do puzzles and dance.
My dreams are patient these days. The farm land is ready, awaiting our arrival. We will bring our big plans, big energy and even bigger gratitude.
But today I’m glad it is snowing. It is February and we have been waiting. It is the wintertime of warm cider, rosy cheeks and the glow of candles.
Soon it will be spring and the grasses will grow, the fences will be built and the exhale of winter released.
As for today, I will soak in the silence. Collect the swirling snowflakes in my hair. And for a moment, notice the inaudible whisper of each one as it falls on my face.
Dreams, I am healing. I will be here now and be there soon. Together we will delight in the magnificent beauty of this one spectacular life.
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