Contemplating white space
I had every intention of sitting here today and sharing with you my experience at the silk retreat and some thoughts on running events. I even have awesome pictures and a cool story. As happens and is certainly my experience of late my plan has been thwarted. Mother nature has influenced my intention by decorating my world here in the hills of Scappoose with a fair amount of snow.
Our first snow of the season.
We woke up on Sunday morning to a cascade of flurries gently collecting on limb and tree until there was the slightest blush of white everywhere. I love the first snow of the season it’s magical. I forget that quiet that descends with a snowy blanket. As if each flake carries within it solitude, a silence that envelopes flake by flake.
Since Sunday I’ve been graced with the peace that snow brings with it and wondering why. Why do I feel cocooned in this bliss of white winter wonder?
I know some of it is heart warming childhood memories. School closes, we stay home and we get to sled, ice skate on the canal buy moonlight, have cocoa and curl up with a book… . Magical. Time is suspended, if only for the briefest moments.
As a woman with not a whole lot of time for herself just the idea of time suspended makes me want to weep in joy. I stood out in the woods yesterday right before the light of the day faded into evening and took in all of the white. Took a deep cleansing breathe of frosty cold all the way down to my woolly clad toes.
Filled my usually colourful self with white space. Just about everywhere my eyes lit was white space.
Open, distinct, clear pure white space.
Shimmering with light and a whole lot of possibility.
