But, I have been griping about the snow and the cold. So inconvenient. Makes the roads bad. Gotta shovel the sidewalk and steps. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. The cold is ridiculous. Feels like -24 degrees? We're all going to freeze to death if we just walk to the mailbox.
Today, the cold abated while the snow raged on. I decided to walk in the snow to my mom's house (1 mile away) to help her with some computer things. On the way over, the snow had mostly stopped, so I snapped a selfie because pics or it didn't happen.
|Red and Pink and Red and Blue, Snowy, Snowy, Snowy, Sioux|
I spent about 2 hours at my mom's, and we had a great time. By the time I left, the snow was falling again. Huge, beautiful flakes. Now, everyone of course has had enough snow photos to last the winter, but I took this little video (13 seconds):
Although the streets had been plowed, the sidewalks were deep in snow. One of the roads is pretty busy, so I walked on the sidewalk there. Stepped deep in snow, over my boots, a good workout! As I walked, I realized something:
Snow is fun and beautiful and lovely when you are walking in it.
Hmm, another picture of life? I can stand on the sidelines and complain about not having enough time, or wanting something I don't have, or feeling overwhelmed. But when I actually participate, and get in the arena, all I see is the beauty. Even in the midst of difficulties, the beauty is there to see, if only I join in, immerse myself, and allow what is to be perfect just the way it is.